Inviting the Virgin: Dealing With the Aftermath (Old Version)

Two :Let the Hazing Begin:

I followed Stella as she made her way down the hallway. Everyone was in their classes, for once, doing exactly what they were told. I would put money down that no one misbehaves today. Mr. Dom was already past his breaking point, so much so that even fast-paced walking would get you sent to detention.

                     Stella never looked behind her as she turned into the girl's washroom. It was the same washroom that I started a revolution in by burning and sabotaging Stella's plan to keep us all against each other.

                     I felt like an old timer rambling on about the good ole' days.

                     I pushed open the door seeing nothing but stall doors. The one on the left remained out of order as it been since the school year started. Last I heard a group of girls were smoking and tried to flush it all down the toilet. If that wasn't bad enough, they returned to the crime scene trying to break open the pipes to retrieve what was lost.

                     Idiots, I laughed to myself although I have had equally embarrassing run in's with the porcelain bowls. Like vomiting my guts into one in the boys washroom at the bar and getting my foot stuck in that same toilet an hour later.

                     Wouldn't I have some fun stories for my children one day?

                    Since the stall to the right was open just enough for me to see inside, I knew she was in the middle stall. Although with this information armored I still felt the need to kneel down and take a peak under the stall door.

                     Yup, those are Stella's shoes I chuckled. Who else would wear those tall of wedges and make them look less formal. Her coach bag was resting on the ground neatly next to her feet. If I had a camera I could make the perfect commercial as we speak.

                     "Stella?" So some reason I still sounded unsure.

                     "Uh, busy," she replied in a snarky voice and I couldn't blame her, I was interrupting her personal time but I could help but wonder what she had up her sleeve.

                     I couldn't just walk around this school not knowing where each other stood, even if it was across a battle field.

                     "Stella, I'd rather just talk to you and get this all out in the open," my throat croaked and I pictured her dunking my head in the toilet and leaving me sprawled out on the bathroom floor, dead.

                     "What? Who are you?" she stopped mid-sentence answering her own question in the process, "Seriously, Eden. What the fuck do you want?" she spat while I heard movement in the stall. She sounded desperate and angered and I still didn't quite blame her.

                     "I just wanted to talk." I leaned against the sinks in front of the middle stall, waiting and watching for her reaction.