Anastasia reached directly in front of the bathroom stall, and I, forgetting to pull the latch to lock the door, leaned forward and closed it.
"Courtney, stop playing around," she said pushing on the door. "I know you're in there!" She banged on the door a few times then stopped. I heard her shuffling outside and her shadow looked like it was deformed a bit.
Out of the blue, her face came into view in the space below the door. Shit!
"Ronnie?!" She said in disbelief.
I laughed nervously and said, "Hiii."
"What the hell are you doing in here?"
"I was...uh...hiding."
"From me?" She furrowed her brows.
"No! Of course not!" I nervously laughed again.
I heard the main door of the washroom opened, and Anastasia pulled away from the stall's door. "Calvin?"
My breath hitched when I heard his name. What?
"What are you d-- Ahhh! Let me go!" Anastasia shouted.
"Shut up, you bitch!" A pax sounded, and I knew that he had slapped her. "There's no one that can hear your screams."
Please don't let her call for me. Please don't let her call for me. Pleeeaaassse don't call for me.
"Ronnie, help me!" She called.
Fuck my life.
"Ohh, so your boyfriend's in here, too? Why don't you come out and join the fun, Knicks?" he asked me. When I didn't answer, Anastasia began to plead.
"Please, Ronnie. Help me, help me." Calvin mocked her and laughed. "He's not gonna come out of there. He's too much of a pussy; speaking of which...why don't you take off this tight blue skirt you've got on?"
"Get your filthy hands off of me--ahhh! That hurts!"
"You call me filthy one more time, and I swear I'll break your wrist!" he growled at her.
What am I gonna do? I mean, I punched a kid earlier. But that was that kid. He didn't retaliate like I know Calvin will. He'd pummel me.
But then again, I like Anastasia. I can't just let Calvin do what he wants with her, especially not touch her up! It's time to man up!
I flipped the latch and clenched my fists, then kicked open the stall's door. Calvin had Anastasia backed up against the washroom sink, her skirt halfway down her legs.
He looked up to me with a smirk. Anger boiled in me to see him frightening Ana like this.
I dashed forward and quickly landed the first blow to his left jaw.
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Detention | ✔
HumorRonnie has been sent to Detention and has to endure pestering from various individuals. Can he manage to get through the next three hours with these 'pests'? Maybe...but you'll have to read and find out.
