I raised a eyebrow when Ray shook his wet afro, flinging water onto my lower lip and homework. He chuckled when I gave him and Desiree a nasty glare. They both started laughing even harder.
"You guys are complete idiots", I murmured as I pushed my chair out and walked towards the bathroom.
She looked up in confusion,"Where ya headed?".
"To your mom's chest hair", Tommia replied before flinging her black and red streaked hair out her face. Desiree reached out and tugged on her strands that landed on her papers. I bit my lip as I made my way to the bathroom. I heard retching sounds from inside the bathroom. Right.Right before i could fling open the door the door swung. It swung open from the inside.
"Oh---sorr---....oh its you", I said letting my voice drop several degrees.
Nadia.
She stood before me. The same girl that hurt me all those months ago. The same girl I open stay up in the middle of the night fantasizing ways to kill her.
Oh yes I can get creative.
I could push her into the bathroom and grab her head between my----NO. She is not worth it.
"Shy--"
"No you don't have the right to say my name. Like we are friends", I spat at her. She flinched back and looked down at her feet.
"Ple---"
"Move bitch", I hissed under my breath before shoving her out the way and walking in. I slammed the door behind me. Then I turned the lock making sure she couldn't get in.
I looked around before strolling into the stall slamming it shut behind me. I started to sit down on the toilet but decided against it. i just leaned my forehead against the cool door.
Deep breaths...
Deep breaths....
What the fuck is that smell?
I scrunched up my nose and looked around sniffing the air in confusion. It smelled like ass, piss, and---
Vomit.
Last person in was.....Nadia.
Vomit...
Baggy clothes...
Shadows underneath the eyes....
I don't even know.
It ain't even my business.
Nadia;
I kneeled in front of the toilet resting. I slumped over to the tub and rested my head the cool tub. I lurched over and puked more into the toilet.
When I finished retching I reached out for my cellphone. I dialed a number and rested the phone on my ear and waited.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Rin--
"Hello".
I didn't say anything just let the tears stream down my cheeks. But other than that I didn't say anything.
"Nadia".
"......."
"Nadia? Are you okay?".
"Chris...", my voice cracked and more tears streamed down my face.
"Nadia, are you okay?".
"No I'm not okay. Please help me. I don't---I need you to help me. It's not okay".
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If loving you is Wrong
Teen FictionThis poem is written by David Huey edited by: Destinee Wilson If I turned around and walked away, would you notice I'm gone, Would you even care? When you look at me, do you see the smile on my face, Or do you see the tears I fight to hold inside? D...
