𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃, Robin Arellano

4

You hastily wiped at your tears, your eyes glued on your stained shirt. Your fingers were tightly gripping the restroom sink as the shirt Bruce gave you was hung loosely around your shoulder.

Bruce was right outside the girls restroom, sitting on the floor underneath the "girls" sign.

You hated Robin. You hated Diane or whatever her name is. You hated Finney and Gwen because they didn't help you— they just stared at you.

"Y/N?" Bruce said from outside the restroom.

"Y-yeah?" You choked out, looking at the sink. Maybe you should drop out. You knew everybody would be talking about your trip by the end of the day, and you knew damn well they were going to play Diane as the victim.

"Do you need anything?" He asked. He stood up, dusting his pants off as he looked around the hallway, making sure nobody else was in there before peeking his head inside the bathroom.

You look up at him from the mirror, seeing his startled but pitying expression. He's never seen the inside of the girls restroom— it was so much better than the boys.

"You're a pervert." You mumble out, wiping more tears as you quietly laughed at yourself. He frowned, looking around the hallways once again before hesitantly stepping in the bathroom.

"You guys don't have urinals? Just stalls?" He spoke, surprised as he stopped to examine the room.

Laughing, you turn to face him. "We don't have dicks."

"Oh! Right." He joked. He knew you guys didn't have urinals, it was common sense. He just wanted to relieve some of the tension in the air that was snipping away at your contentment from earlier this morning.

You stayed silent, turning to turn on the sink as you splashed water at your face. Turning it off, you grab a paper towel to dry your face.

"Are they dating?" You found yourself asking. Even though you were a embarrassed mess, you were curious. It's ironic how fast he moved on when you couldn't even stop thinking of him— talking about him.
Bruce placed his lips together in a tight line, slowly nodding.

Your shoulders fell. This was really over. The two of you were done, there was no possibility of getting back together. Even though you did everything in your power to not speak to him or even blink an eye towards him, you still had a little bit of hope that he would want to get back together with you. Gosh, you're so stupid.

"Good for him." You lied, pushing your way through the stall to change out of your shirt. You put on Bruce's plain black shirt, tears once again flooding your eyes. You didn't deserve Bruce.

You step out of the stall, tossing your stained shirt in the trash. You didn't want to bring it home. You didn't want to wash it, it was trash.

"I think I, uh..." Bruce dug his hand into his front pocket, fishing out a few quarters and holding it up for you to see. "You want a slushie?"

You definitely didn't deserve him.

-

"Y/N!" Your mom shouted, making you tear you eyes away from the TV. You look at her from the living room, noticing the phone in her hand. She holds it up, "Bruce."

Smiling, you get up, practically snatching the phone from her as you brought it up to your ear. "Bruce?"

"Hey. Me and a few buddies from the team are going to the drive-in tonight— they're playing Jaws. Do you wanna come? We can pick you up." He speaks through the phone.

"Hold on." You respond, removing the phone from your ear as you covered the transmitter with the palm of your hand. "Can I go to the drive-in?"

Your parents look up at you from the kitchen, mumbling a "ask your mom" and a "yes" before continuing what they were doing. You uncover the transmitter, speaking to it. "What time?"

-

"I'm gonna be right back." You say, shuffling out of your seat before Bruce or any of the guys on the baseball team could respond. You were thirsty and wanted to get your own drink, you felt bad after sneaking little sips from Bruce's.

You awkwardly swayed on your feet, waiting for the line to be forward. You've already seen Jaws, but the best part was coming up and you didn't want to miss it.

Did you even have enough money to buy a drink? Maybe you can buy a snack instead.

Pulling out your change, you quickly count it. "25, 50, 7–"

"Are you okay?"

You swung around, your mood instantly flattening and your thirst disappearing as you shoved your way past Robin.

"Hey—! Where are you going?" He asked, chasing after you.

You didn't want to talk to him. You just wanted to have a good time, forget about what happened earlier and move on like nothing happened. It was em— you know what? No.

Stopping abruptly, you turn around to face Robin.

"Leave me alone, asshole."

"I just wanted to know if you were okay after what happened ea—"

"I'm not okay. Is that what you wanna hear? Can you leave me alone now?"

"I'm sorry."

You laugh sarcastically. "Are you serious? Why can't you just leave me alone? I leave you alone."

"Becau—" He started.

"I don't care. Please, just leave me alone." You spoke before spinning around, pushing past people as you made your way back to the truck.

Robin wasn't going to chase after you at first, but he found himself chasing after you anyway. "Wait!"

Once he caught up to you, you ignoring his protests, he grabs your forearm. "Can you just answer one question?"

You shove his hand off you, sighing defeatedly. "What?"

"Are you and Bruce a... thing?"

You don't answer, rolling your eyes before walking away.

This time he didn't chase you. He just watched you get into the back of the truck, shuffling next to Bruce as you probably told him about what just happened.

He shouldn't be the one hurt.

But he was.