I rush to the bathroom literally crying when I hit the floor. I notice two pair of feet in the stall and begin to whimper.
"Hey." I turn to see a boy. He is about 6 foot 1 and has dirty blonde hair. He has green eyes and a smile that could melt my heart away.
"Umm hey." I rub my hair awkwardly as he rubs his. It took him awhile till he realized he's in the girl's bathroom.
"I saw you run into the girl's room sobbing. I want to see if your ok." He pulls me off and brushes my shoulders down, watching my......other parts.
"Yeah I'm fine. Well...ok not really." His eyes are pleading me for an explanation. But how can I give him an explanation of i have none? I shake my head in response. He holds out is hand.
"I'm Elliot." I hold out mine.
"Ella." He gives me a seductive look.
"I never knew a girl can give a firm handshake." I suddenly notices mine and his. Strong.
"Um," said a girl from a stall."Could you please have sex somewhere else?"
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Short Stories
HorrorJust some short stories and other horror and scary/creepy junk I made. Meh