Chasing Fallen

Chapter 36

I spend most of the the three days at Apple avoiding Emma.

She would follow me like a moth drawn to the flame every time she and I happened to be free.

Everything was just so awkward.

The main problem happened when I needed to pee.

I went to the restrooms and only found urinals in the men's bathroom. The toilet bowl was out of commission on this floor.

I couldn't hold it in.

I checked the hallways for anyone and rushed into the women's restroom. Thankfully there was no one inside so I slinked into one of the cubicles. Upon taking down my pant, I cursed.

Of all the days!

There was a tiny reddish brown blotch on the cotton.

I didn't carry any tampons either. How could I have forgotten? I could pad my panties with tissues but it would most definitely soak through eventually. It was only a matter of time before it would start trickling and a red stain on Cameron's jeans would be really hard to explain. I could spend the rest of the day in here and text the guys that I had went home from a tummy ache. Which wasn't far from the truth. My stomach did hurt.

I heard someone come in.

I could risk it.

"Hello?" I slipped into my feminine voice.

"Uhm, hey?" Gosh, it was Emma!

"Sorry, do you have a tampon I could borrow?"

"Uh, I have pads not tampons, would that be okay?"

Great, now I would walk around feeling like I had a diaper on for the rest of the day. "Sure, that would be great!"

I heard a little rustling and her hand shot under the toilet door seconds later. "Thank you so much. You're a life saver!"

"No problem." She said as she got next to the stall next to mine to do her business.

I waited for her to leave so I could exit too.

After a whole millennia, I finally heard the main door open and close. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and got out to toss the packaging of the sanitary wear into the trash.

"Sorry, I'm assuming you need a change for the pad throughout the day. I brought you some ext—" the door slammed open and I froze in position with my hand levitating over the bin with the incriminating plastic.

"You—"

"Fuck, I can explain!" I brought my hands up, noticed the sanitary packaging, hurriedly threw it onto the floor and stepped on it.

Real smooth, Camille!

Her eyes lingered on my foot and she looked back up to me. She waited.

"Actually, I can't." I nibbled on my lower lip.

I could always make a break for it. She was partially blocking the exit but I was slim enough to squeeze through. I could use her shock to my advantage and grab the pads she dropped too and avoid her for the rest of the day. But she could tell someone and that someone would tell someone else and then the whole HQ would know. I could bribe her, but with what. I hardly know he-

"You're trans-transgender?" She finally said.

No!

"Uh... yes?"

"Oh my gosh this is so embarrassing." She buried her head into her palms.

I stood there awkwardly, shuffling about, contemplating all my life choices.