| Luke Friedman | Grand Army

"We're gonna die."

Joey and I walk over to each of our lockers as Grace heads back into the bathroom still freaking out that she may be pregnant.

People slowly filtered out of the locker room and made their way to practice. Now it was just Grace, Joey and I left.

BANG.

A loud explosion sounded outside, I rushed to the window in the room just outside. Thick grey smoke infiltrated the air and people rushed around the corridors pushing and shocking each other without a care in the world.

"What the fuck." I say to myself.

"ALL STUDENTS CALMLY AND SAFELY GET TO THE STAIRWELL. I REPEAT CALMLY AND SAFELY." A voice announced to everyone.

"We have to get to the stairwell," Joey yells from behind me but as we are about to leave I remember something.

"Shit. Grace is still in the bathroom." I say as we both rush back into the bathrooms, where we find her standing crying hysterically, holding her phone in front of her face.

"My breasts are sore. That's a sign of early pregnancy." She says weeping.

"Grace, what the hell. We have to go there's been an explosion did you not hear it?" I yell grabbing onto her arm and pulling her towards the exit. However, she stops me before we get to the door.

"What does an abortion feel like?" She asks Joey.

"The fuck Grace how would I know?" she replies.

"Because you've had one before." She says confused.

I glare at her suggesting that she's best to just drop it.

"Was it a terrorist? Out there." Grace continues talking.

"No one knows. They should release something on the news soon but for now, let's just focus on getting to the stairwell and staying safe." Joey replies.

"Sounds good to me," I say as we rushed out of the door and held onto each other trying to get through the long lines and busy crowds to the stairwell.

After finally making it into the cramped room the three of us started the climb up the stairs, trying to make our way to our other friends. As we make our way up we spot Tim and Anna sitting slightly further up so we head over to them, weaving through the crowds.

"Omg. I've been so worried about you guys. I've been messaging you." Anna says as she pulls us all into a group hug.

"We must have left our phones in the locker room in the rush sorry for freaking you out," Joey says.

We all sat down on the stairs and talked for a while before some idiot boys started chanting "BOMB" then after a few moments "PUSSY" obviously our dickhead friends Luke and George were involved in that.

I spot luke sitting against the railing just a floor above where we were sitting so doing the only thing I could think of doing I threw an eraser out which somehow ended up hitting him in the head, which is shocking to me because my ass being in low ability pe cant throw or catch anything normally. 

After 5 minutes of scrolling through Instagram, I notice something. The douchebag boys from the swim team have made their yearly bomb pussy list. If you're confused, it's basically a list of 50 girls attending Grand Army who are most "fuckable" or the "hottest" in other words it's a way for Jocks to objectify girls and share private pictures, sent in private for thousands to see.

Normally each year it swaps between Joey and me at the number one place - which is even worse. Leila Kwan Zimmer, who I discover is the freshman from the locker room earlier today, is placed 15th on the list and the name underneath is 'JAP PUSSY' referring to her Jewish adopted parents and Asian ethnicity.