Chapter One

Chapter One : In Which There is Confrontation the Bathroom

It was seven thirty two on the first day of school back from Christmas break and I was hiding in the second stall of the girls bathroom. It smelled like piss, which makes sense--it being a bathroom and all, but was also making me feel even more uncomfortable than I already was. Any second now, they will find me, my brain began warning me. Any second now they will start asking me questions. Any second now they will threaten to--

“Shilo? Shi? Are you in here?”

Well shit, that didn’t take long.

Miranda’s voice carried clearly into the nearly empty room and I could here her Vans squeal on the tiles. Most of the girls had already left to go to their first class, I had made the executive decision to skip it. I would have just booked it out of the building as soon as I realized it was a bad idea to come to school today, but my bladder had made the executive decision that I needed to pee. And now I was stuck.

The door opened again and I heard a new voice speak. “Miranda is Shi in here? We need to find her soon. I can’t miss class!”

I could practically hear Miranda roll her eyes. “Go to class then! I’ll find her by myself.” Miranda’s words dripped with such antagonism I couldn’t help but feel bad for my friend Phoebe. I tried to hold my breath, as if the noise of my breathing would be enough for them to find me.

Miranda started to walk into the bathroom further, ignoring Phoebe’s guilty noises over by the door. She was too good to even handle herself in public, that girl. “Shilo? I know you’re in here. I can see your shoes. Second stall. Come on out.”

I looked down at my shiny combat boots and cursed myself. “Uhm. Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

Begrudgingly, I opened the door of the bathroom stall and looked up at my beautiful best friends. The five minute warning bell had begun to blare.

Miranda is tall as a motherfucking skyscraper with a lion mane of black hair framing her face. When she wants to be intimidating like she did right then, it can take a lot of willpower not to piss yourself in fear. In contrast Phoebe looked about ready to piss herself, the blonde to Miranda’s Brunette, the mouse to Miranda’s Lion, the pale face to Miranda’s eternal tan. I was the awkward redheaded antelope somewhere between the two.

For the first time in their entire friendship, it was Pheobe to speak first. “Should we call Darren?”

“No,” I replied immediately.

Miranda ignored me and seemed to consider the options. “It’s like 7:40. He wouldn’t answer if he was driving, and he’s probably heading to work right now.”

“Should we call Ashton, then?”

“No!” I yelp.

Again I was ignored as Miranda said, “Probably not. If he’s not at one of his morning classes he’s probably recovering from some college drinking binge.”

“Adam?” Phoebe went for next.

“Please, no. I can handle this myself! I don’t need my brothers involved!”

It was evident that they were not listening to me. Miranda didn’t even blink at my outburst. “Adam might be perfect actually. I don’t think he works Mondays, he loves to give advice, and also he’s gay.”

“As Adam would say if he were here right now, that is a quasi homophobic statement my dear,” I begin, hoping that they’re listening. “His being gay does not mean his advice would be better than any other straight person. NOT THAT WE SHOULD CALL ANOTHER PERSON, we shouldn’t CALL ANYBODY. You two should go back to class, I’m going to head to the office and tell them I’m ill and need to go home, and then I am going to go home. THERE IS NO CALLING OF ANYONE INVOLVED.”

Finally the girls witnessing my mental breakdown turned to me. Miranda, taking back her usual role spoke first. “Shilo. We don’t think you can’t handle this on your own.”

“You totally can,” Phoebe interjects.

“It’s just that in the past, when you have been in emotional drama such as...”

“Breaking up with your boyfriend,” Phoebe supplies.

“You tend to avoid confrontation,” Miranda continued.

“Any confrontation.”

Miranda nodded. “And sometimes, that leads to further complications. So now that you have once more...”

“Broken up with a totally hot guy for no reason at all,” throws in Phoebe.

“We just think that if you won’t listen to us about what you should do, maybe you’ll listen to your brothers.”

I look at the two of them again. They were officially missing class. Because they wanted to help me. They were good friends. “I like you two a lot. Really. You are just too sweet for school. BUT PLEASE LET ME HANDLE MY OWN LIFE.”

Miranda dropped the nice act. “How about you just tell us why you broke up with Braydn?”

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