This book is gay

Nikki

Photos:mystery girl, Bo(top right) Madi(bottom right)
Em followed me into the restroom and locked the door,"What's up?"
"I forgot to take my meds, you got some?" I asked frantically,"I really need them, I'm freaking out. I can't think and everyone's looking at me-"
I heard kissing noises and laughter but ignored them.
"Calm down, all I have is anxiety medicine but it's not for your bipolar disorder,"She gave me one large pill,"Maybe this will help. It always helps me calm down. But I'm only giving you one just in case something happens."
I grabbed a water bottle from out my bag,"Big enough pills," I asked as I took one,"How do you even shallow them?"
Em smirked,"I've had practice..."
"Ew, Em," a voice came from the back stall,"Nobody wants to hear about what you and your boyfriend do."
Em looked under the stall closest to us,"And no one wants to hear you and Madi's lips smacking together!"
Just then Madi, and Bo, came out the falling out the stall,"Bo! I thought you locked the door!"
"Whoops...sorry sugar."
Em laughed,"Oh geez, get to class, love birds."
Bo is Em's very gay cousin. She looks like a plus sized Betty Boop with her cherry red lip stick, short curled hair and pin up dresses. Her girlfriend, Madi is the quiet athletic type. She's light skinned and is the 'masculine' gay. Madi has a very muscular built compared to Bo's many layers of softness. Lord only knows how they got together but they're always hand in hand and skipping class to make out.
As they were walking out, Amaya burst in and rushed to the toilet. The sound of her throwing up, soon followed after. Em and I exchanged worried lookes,"You okay?"
We didn't get an answer and she began throwing up again. Moments later, June walked in. The Asian looked at us up and down with her judging eyes,"Whoops, looks like I walked into goth Territory. Whatever you do, don't crucify me."
"Hello to you too June," Em said.
"Asshole," I muttered.
She glared at me,"Don't start with me flunky. You're just as bad as your dumbass brother. A no good creep and a cheat."
She acts like this to us because we're Amaya's friends and I'm Nick's sister. And even though it was like 2 years ago she still can't let it go, no matter how many times Nick has begged for her back and humiliated himself again only to get rejected by her once more. She hates him and Amaya. But the worst part is that she made him a better person and he's taken a turn for the worst without her. He still loves her and always has. I don't know why he still chases after her. He didn't do anything wrong.
Before I could respond, June turned her attention to the stall behind her. She heard the noise coming from Amaya's stall and said,"Hm, morning sickness? Maybe after having a baby you'll learn not to have sex with someone's-everyone's-boyfriend."
"Only getting sick cuz I have to see your bitch ass face everyday," Amaya's voice echoed from the toilet.
"Say that to me face!"
"No thank you," Amaya said,"Already sick enough."
June stuck her large nose in the air and walked out. What did she even come in her for?
Em knocked on the stall door,"Yo, Amaya, you okay?"
"Yep. I wouldn't I be?"
I grabbed my fidget cube and played with it,"Because you're puking buckets in the school's nasty ass restrooms."
She finally came out, washed her face, mouth and hands,"I'm fine, just got a little drunk last night after our gig and didn't have time to puke at home."
I looked at the time,"Em, we got to go, class ends in 15."
"Alright," she grabbed her bag,"Hope you feel better Amaya."
I waved bye and rushed out the door.

Em and I went our separate ways and when I got back to class, my teacher, Mr. Bolton, was not happy. I could tell he was gonna yell in 3...2...1-
"Nichole Jones," he appeared in front of my desk,"Would you like to explain why you're 45 minutes late to my wonderful class?"
"Not really." I messed with my fidget cube as I felt all the class's eye fall on me.
"Well would you like to try and explain it to the principle?"
"No." I messed with my fidget cube more.
"Well, those are you only two options."
A tall football player from the back of the class yelled,"She was doing the damn goth voodoo Mr.B! You know where they summon the dead, conjure up spells and shit."
"I'm surprised you can use the word summon and conjure in a sentence, meathead." I turned around.
"That's quite enough."
"Shut your mouth spazz! You were probably in there cutting yourself again! Why don't you just do us all a favor and just go-"
"HEY!" A voice came from the back of the class.
"Mr. B said that was enough! I didn't come all the from the Bronx to listen to you bully someone," she was a girl I've never seen before with long orange hair,"So why don't you do us all a favor, shut your pie hole and listen to the teacher fore once."
The football player's eye twitched as he asked,"And what are you gonna do about it?"
She pulled up the sleeves on her arms and flexed,"Give you a piece of my mind."
Her muscles bulged and the football jerk sat down. The brown skinned girl sat back down too and pulled her sleeves down. She smiled at me...braces? Everyone was speechless. Even Mr. B didn't speak. Then the bell rung.
The girl packed up her things,"Great. Didn't even finish the lesson."
The class was dismissed but I had to talk to Mr.B. His talk was so long that I couldn't go chase the girl and see who it was that saved me. But for now I guess my mystery heroine will be called, Captain BraceFace.