Meet you in detention <3

Hey sexy ;)

"Ummm.... What are you doing in here?" I shot the question back.

The guy that was propped over a stall dissapeared into it. I heard his feet hit the floor, then the stall door open.

"I am skipping class." The guy answered. When he got closer, I noticed it was Matt. He had a black beanie on his head, so it made him look a little different. "Oh, hey, you are the girl I ran into!" His eyes brightened with recognition. I just nodded, unsure what to say.

"You never answered my question." He told me as he leaned on the counter. He looked at me, and it was really hot. But I felt sort of bad for some reason. And it was a weird feeling. But, whatever.

"I was re-doing my makeup." I stated this as if it was almost a question.

"Why did you come into the boys bathroom." Matt clarified his question, seeing as how I was not getting it.

"I didn't. This is the girls bathroom." Suddenly, I wasn't so sure. Matt started to chuckle, and it sounded awesome.

"This is the guys bathroom. Why would I be in the girls?"

"Same reason I'm in the guys, a mix up. Or, you could be a total perve and you were trying to look at chicks in the stalls." I shrugged, because everyone knows it wouldn't be the first time a guy did that. Guys at this school have no idea what 'inappropriate activities' were. To them, it was all fun and games. And those were the guys who have pregnant girlfriends. Karma's a bitch, ain't she?

"How could you possibly get mixed up? And I am not a pervert, thank you very much." Matt smirked at me. I think that he knew he was hot, and that was a major turn off.

"I was... sort of crying. And I wasn't looking where I was going." I took this chance to look around the bathroom again. It didn't look like a boys bathroom. There weren't any...dare I say? Urinals. Those things were nasty. But there weren't any. So how do I know that he is telling the truth? I debated going out and looking at the sign on the door again.

"There aren't any urinals because during school dances, this becomes a girls bathroom. And, our school was too cheap to buy any." Matt smiled when he saw the doubt in my eyes. "Still don't believe me?" I nodded. It was obvious, so I wasn't going to try and hide it.

"Come here." He waved his hand for me to follow, and he walked to the stall that he just came out of. He jumped up on the toilet to make room for me to go in there. I shook my head when he motioned for me to come.

"What?" He sighed.

"I am not going into a stall with some guy I barely know! If we get caught, I will look like a total whore." I folded my arms across my chest. Matt sighed, then looked around over the stalls.

"There is no one here. And would you rather hide in a stall with me if somebody did come, or stand out there like a total idiot?" The way he said everything so blatenly made me a little shocked. Only a few people were honest with me, and I guess he was adding himself to my list. I nodded, defeated. I walked into the stall, and stood infront of him.

"Now what?" I asked.

"This will prove that it's a guys bathroom."He reached around me and pulled the door shut. He spun me around, and I was face to face with a picture. A gross picture. It was some girl, but she only had a bikini on. And it looked like she had just gotten out of the pool. So she had on a wet skimpy bikini. But it didn't look like she knew the picture was being taken. It looked like it was far away and zoomed in. The girl was looking in a totally different direction.

Under the picture, written in shitty Sharpie handwriting, it said "Maci Lynn, Senior." Under that, in pens, pencils, markers, and something that looked a little like blood, were comments on 'how hot she was' or how some guy 'did her on prom night'.

"Gross! You guys are perves!" I shrieked, while giggling a little. I had a brother, so I was somewhat used to guy gross-ness.

"Everyday, a new picture gets put up on each stall door. Who ever is doing it is half stalker, I swear. Wait a sec," He jumped off of the toilet and pushed past me. He opened the door, effectively slamming me into the wall. I grumbled a little, but didn't mind too much. I followed him, and he was walking four stalls down. "Here it is!" He yelled, sounding triumphant.

"What?" I asked as I walked down to where he was. He wasn't standing on the toilet, so I had to push myself up against him to shut the stall door. This picture made me shrink back a little bit. It was a picture... of me. I know exactly when it was taken, and exactly when. It was taken last week Thursday night. I had just gotten out of the shower, and I had been dancing to the radio. I was wearing a little towel that barely covered my butt. "Maddie Galley, Freshman". Under my picture were things like 'Damn, I'd like to do her' and 'who the hell is this angel?'. I started hyperventilating. I think. One second, I was staring at the picture, then the next I was sitting on Matt's lap. I noticed warm arms around me, and a deep voice telling me to calm down. All I could think was "They know where I live. They know how to get pictures of me. They were standing outside my window, and I saw nothing."

Then, everything went black.