Geek 2 Greek.

Bathroom Rendezvous

 After lunch, I headed to the girls' bathroom. I had a feeling Rachel would be there, so I went there, to...... heck, I don't know.

I stopped when I saw Aaron standing outside, holding a smeared up towel.

He looked at me. I blinked at him.

To tell you the truth, I was sort of wondering why Aaron had helped out Rachel back there. I mean, they'd never exactly been close as far as I know, and Rachel had always wondered why I sometimes hung out with a social reject like Aaron. Aaron had never really said anything, but I'd somehow gotten the impression he didn't like Rachel either, if the fact that he made himself scarce whenever she came around me was any indication.

So, why the heck were they all palsies and buddies now?

Aaron must have seen the question in my eyes, because he shook his head.

"No," he rejected immediately, "Nothing like that." He paused for a moment as if searching for a suitable explanation. Then he jerked his head towards the cafetaria, "That, back there, used be my life. I know how public humiliation feels."

I just nodded silently and swallowed the bitter bile of guilt. I remembered well, scrawny pimply Aaron, being tripped by some jerk and ending up face first on the floor with food all over him. Everyone would laugh. I would feel sorry for him and might even have a word with the jerk later, but I never would get up and go to him to help him. The thought occured to me, once or twice, I just never did. The one time I had actually tried to, Rachel and Luke had stopped me, telling me some story about a girl who commited social suicide and then a week later commited actual suicicde. It didn't make any sense but it had been effective in distracting me.

The irony of the situation, I thought, staring at the bathroom door which probably shielded Rachel. Now, the shoe was on the other foot, but in this case, Aaron was obviously the better man, to let by-gones be by-gones and actually help out Rachel.

I ducked my head a bit ashamedly as he stared at me. He was obviously wondering why I didn't help my former bestfriend out. And I didn't have the guts to tell him that I had, once again, been stopped by a friend.

There was a long stretch of silence.

"So," he said, "What exactly happened between you and Rachel? I mean last I remember, you guys were inseparable."

A particular night flashed through my mind. "Long story," I shrugged, "But we basically grew apart. We wanted diffferent thing you know. I wanted to... keep it real, and she wanted world domination."

He chuckled at that. "Seems like the regular old Rachel I know."

Suddenly, the door swung open, upsetting Aaron balance. He quickly righted himself as we saw a cried out Rachel with red blotchy eyes and red tipped nose. Her normally flawless pale skin was now red and blotchy. Her eyes turned to me and a scowl materialized on her face.

"What do you want?" she asked in an almost hiss.

It took a while for me to take in her features. I had never seen the Perfect Rachel look like this before.

I shrugged. "To pee," I lied.

She glanced at my legs. "Liar."

I raised an eyebrow. "How did you figure?"

She let out the shortest teeniest laugh. "I was your best friend for years, I know you always hold your pee in till the last minute. In that case, your leg should trembling by now."

I was surprised that she remembered that much about me. Lately it was like I didn't even exist to her.

"Wow, you actually remembered that," I murmured thoughtfully.