Stubborn and the Mutt

four | mate

I have this toxic trait of holding my pee in when I get lazy, and today is no exception. Here I am, tinkering every five seconds, when not so long ago, I felt as though if I waited another minute I would have literally exploded. Peed on myself and made myself a laughingstock. Now? I've been seated here for a good five minutes, lazy to even get up and when I do attempt to, more pee comes out, forcing me to sit back down and wait.

It's a humbling experience. Your body humbling you for not treating it good.

It's not so bad. I don't know, I like the relieving feeling after peeing. Like I'm empty, like I could take on the world, literally. Like I'm lightweight, light like a feather. I don't know. I just feel at ease, so I'm not really in a rush to get up.

It's after lunch hour, the second day of school being a Wednesday, and both my friend and I have a free session. Andrea is busy looking for a few books to get in the library, which works out because we don't have class for another hour. Apparently they stocked in new books for the year; a bunch of people that were headed in the direction of the library during lunch time made sense. Many people like reading, and I guess I should get into the habit of reading as well.

No romance books for me, though.

To that, I chuckle, feeling like now would be the best time to finally get up, wipe and fix my jeans properly before I exit the stall. I stand before the mirror, pouting at myself before I wash my hands. I don't stick them under the hand dryer; I simply tap them in my jeans and wiggle them around to rid the last few traces of water. Then, I fix the fluff of my Afro ponytail and then fix my tank top until I feel somewhat satisfied with how basic I look.

With a sigh, I step away from the sink and head to the door, moving to the side when a few girls step in, chattering away about how their holiday was.

Reminds me of mine. How mine was trash because of a certain trash I entertained for most of last year.

I shall not think about him.

Even still, I'm deep in my thoughts. So much so that just as I pass the boys' restroom, I am grabbed by my arm and technically dragged right into the boys' restroom. The door closes shut with me practically pushed against it with so much force, I forget how to even suck in air for a good second or so. Before I could even scream in shock, the boy before me has the absolute nerve to cover my mouth as he leans in, shushing me.

I'm blinking up at him with wide eyes and a pounding heart. Both hands that were once leaning against the door move towards him, and I try shoving him away, but he uses his unoccupied left hand to move my hands away from his body.

"Calm down, calm down. It's just us." He even has the cheek to smile as if this is normal. That literally is the problem. It's just us, no one else in this restroom. My heart picks up speed when I feel his hand literally rub up against my side until he locks the restroom door, basically bringing it to my attention that I'm locked in here with him.

The cliche in this. This is ridiculous.

"I just wanted to talk to you. I wanted to say... that I'm sorry for what I did that day. For kissing you... twice."

Right, because I don't even understand why he felt the desire to kiss me yet again after I slapped him across the face. When he did kiss me for the second time, I screamed bloody murder, and my father came running out with his walking stick.

He didn't run, actually. He more or less limped since his walking stick wasn't used for support but as a weapon.

I hum at him, pushing against his chest for him to back up and remove his hand from my face. He only does the latter. "This? This is ridiculous! Never mind seeing me at a stupid party. I knew I saw you yesterday and I thought I was hallucinating but no. Here you stand before me, literally holding me hostage in the boys' restroom, you weirdo! You promised me I'd never see you again, so what the hell are you doing here? I refuse to believe this is a coincidence." I blink at him, watching him watch me with such a satisfied look on his face. "You... you're stalking me."