How To Stay Afloat (BxB)

Chapter 94: real friends pee in a cup for each other

Back at school I smile as I walk to the toilet. I got a good feeling about this now.

I lock myself in a stall and pull open the test kit and realize quickly I don't have a cup.

I groan angrily. Seriously? How much bad luck can I have? Okay, actually it's not my luck, but my stupid decisions.

I decide to just pee directly on the test strips. It should work like that without problem. I hold the test in my hand and aim my pee to the cocaine strip.

I watch the pee seep up the strip to the test panel.

And then there it is. A line appears next to the T, where it definitely shouldn't be.

I sit down on the ground as I stare at the positive result.

"Fuck." I whisper. "Fuck, no."

I'm screwed. My parents are gonna kill me. Austin and Caleb are gonna kill me. My aunt is gonna kill me. I'm a dead man walking. I'm gonna be dead multiple times.

How could I be so fucking dumb? How could I do that? I just sit there and stare at the blue line in the test window. How could I be this irresponsible?

I feel my eyes well up with tears and lean my head back against the wall.

I'm the stupidest fucking screw up in the history of stupid fucking screw ups.

At the realization how fucking important the drug test is I feel myself panicking. I feel sick to my stomach.

I can hear the bell ring, signalling the break.

I wipe my tears away and stay seated on the ground, waiting for the break to end, keeping my breathing as steady as possible and holding back the tears and swallowing my sobs. It's just a five minute break. The perfect amount of time to come up with a plan before I have to get to my english class.

I listen to the other students coming in, peeing, talking, leaving. After the bell rings the toilet slowly becomes empty.

I feel so sick. I feel like my stomach is twisting in knots, squeezing my chest, making it hard to breathe.

As I think everyone's gone I quickly lean over the toilet and stick my finger down my throat to throw up.

"Sammy?" I hear Harry's voice.

Oh god no. Oh god.

Why is he here? It sounded like everyone had left already?

I retch and lean forward as I feel more coming up. This is so embarrassing.

I reach up and flush the toilet in an attempt to make it less obvious I'm puking. A ridiculous attempt.

"Sammy. What's wrong?" Harry asks me.

"Why are you here?" I ask instead of answering.

"I noticed the locked bathroom stall and waited." He says. "Wanna let me know what is up with you?"

I sit down, leaning my back against the wall again. "Please just leave." I beg him.

"Open up, alright?" He demands.

"Give me five minutes. Please. I wanna be alone." I say.

I hear him sigh and suddenly his head pops up underneath the door and he crawls in through the crack beneath it.

"Seriously?" I ask him annoyed.

He smiles and sits up next to me. "Yeah. Always wanted to do that. Although it's kinda disgusting." He says.

I wipe my tears with my sleeves and look away from him.

"What's wrong? Why did you throw up?" He asks me concerned.