Music to My Ears

Chapter 4•Music Geeks

A week dragged by, and thankfully I was getting used to new changes, and even developed some friendships. Marco had to be the sweetest guy in the world, which lead me to nick name him 'Freckled Jesus.' Sasha was deemed my bitch. I gave her a bag of potato chips I didn't want and she was entirely grateful. Half the reason I was Connie friend was because I loved to pet his buzzcut. He liked it when I pet him so it was a nice, mutual agreement.

The only relationship I needed to work on with was with Levi. At this point I wouldn't bother, but it all changed that one awful for day afternoon.

I was in art history with a guy I met, Mike, when he suddenly made a face. He scrunched up his nose, his prickly chin crinkling.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, lightly tapping my pen on the desk.

"Something smells weird. I can't tell what it is, but I don't like it." He said darkly.

"Huh," I mumbled, taking in a whiff myself. "I don't smell anything." I lost grip of my pen, and it rolled off the desk and onto the floor. I sighed and stood up, but felt a...breeze. Under my skirt. I looked down at the chair and nearly had a stroke. A small, thin, and red puddle sat on the chair. I held back a cry and plopped right back down, feeling the color in my face drain. Mike noticed, cocking his head to the side.

"Rebel? Get your pencil, man. It's over there."

"I know." I squeaked. "Um, can you tell Ms. Thomas I'm going to the bathroom? It's an emergency." Mike nodded and I shot up, pushing my chair in so the seat was out of sight. I hustled out, but relized I had no. Clue. Where. The. Fucking bathroom was.

"Shitshitshitshitshitshiiiiit." I whispered under my breath, desperately looking for a bathroom. I was just waiting to feel the trickle go down my leg, making me even more paranoid. I turned the corner and found Levi climbing up the stairs. "Levi!" I called, drawing his attention. "Where's the bathroom?"

"You've been here nearly a week and you don't know where the bathroom is?" He asked bordly, standing two stair steps infront of me.

"I usually don't use public bathrooms but right now it's do or die."

"What, you gotta take a massive shit?"

"Worse."

"You got the runs?"

"Levi, please." I begged, feeling embareassed and desperate tears threaten my eyes. "Just tell me. It's...a women problem." I added sheepishly. He stared at me, then his eyes grew wide for a split second when he understood.

"Oh brother." He mumbled, then started to walk by me. "Come on, I'll show you."

He lead me down where the bathrooms were almost out of sight. I walked by him, feeling mortified, uncomfortable, and slightly in pain. Levi looked at me, and I almost saw some pity in his eyes.

Almost.

"Thanks." I mumbled, pushing the door open with a hand.

"Hey." He stopped me with his sharp voice. I glanced back at him, his eyes away from mine as he scratched the back of his neck. "Do you...like, need anything?"

"Need anything?" I repeated in some surpise.

"What? I don't know what girls want during this time of month." He snapped, his cold, steel eyes meeting with mine. My lips melted into a smile and I shook my head.

"No, I'm good. Thanks, though."

"Whatever, shitty-curls." He grunted and left. I still smiled as I went to the bathroom, kinda feeling better. Even though he called my hair shitty.