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I wait fifteen minutes after the bathroom door slams shut, before getting up off the floor, and with trembling hands I unlock the stall door.
I head over to the sink, and grab a piece of paper towel holding it against my busted lip.
Surprisingly it wasn't Ciara this time, it was a few girls in my English class, who only did what they did because of some made up stupid rumor.
I leave the bathroom a few minutes later, and don't feel like going back to class, so I go out the back doors and over to behind the PE shed.
But of course when I get a few feet away from it, I notice Podge and Alec standing there smoking, so I turn back around figuring I can just wait out the rest of last period in the bathrooms.
I pull open the door and walk inside, and at the exact same time Nicholas walks out of whatever class I'm supposed to be in.
When his eyes land on me, he looks extremely alarmed, and rushes over to me while saying. "Delilah, holy shit. What happened?"
"Nothing." I mumble, walking past him, but he grabs my wrist pulling me back. "Don't do that. You can talk to me."
I pull my wrist away from him, and start walking again, to which he follows and before I can open the bathroom door he stands in front of me, so he's blocking my way in.
"Nicholas. Move."
"Not until you tell me what happened."
"Fine." I turn around and walk away from the bathrooms, and Nicholas still follows me, even though I have no idea where to go, I don't want to go to class, I definitely don't want to go home, and I don't even have a phone to call my brother.
"Where are we going?"
"I don't know."
"I can get my older brother to come pick us up, schools almost over anyways?"
Usually I would say no, but I need to get out of here. I don't even care where at this point.
"Yeah." I agree, and his green eyes widen, "Really?"
I nod, and Nicholas looks at me for a few seconds before grabbing his phone to call his brother.
Half an hour later, I'm in Nicholas's bedroom, sitting down on his bed, while he's in his kitchen grabbing us things for us to eat.
His room is what you expect a teenage boys to be like, messy, clothes strewn on his chair and across the floor, and a few band posters on his gray walls.
