My notebook (Byler)

3.

   "Will wait! We've got to talk about this!" Dustin yelled behind me but I forced my legs to push through the cramps and run to the farthest bathroom in the building. I shoved past someone but it didn't matter right now.  I just didn't want to care.
   The bathroom stall slammed behind me and I quickly locked it.
"Oh god oh god oh god- why did I-How could I? Whhhhyyyyy?! Stupid, idiotic-"
  The bathroom door opened then closed. My hand was quickly on my mouth, feeling the tears that I hadn't known were falling. The bathroom was quiet. No movements, no pee sound, nothing. Only small, occasional sobbing sounds coming from me.
I wiped at the tears and sniffled.
   "What happened?" I looked down at the floor. A pair of familiar shoes showed up and then a small knock. I was quiet, biting my lip.
   "Will, come on. Do you want me to beat up Dustin?" The shoes shifted a little.
   "I can beat him with a sock or a bat or maybe your own shoe." She continued. I smiled a little.
   "He didn't do anything, Max. I just..said something stupid. Something really , really stupid." I opened the stall door. She grabbed a paper towel and gave it to me.
   "How about I cheer you up? After school. You. Me." She smiled. I wiped my nose and threw it away then splashed some water on my face.
   "Like what?" I wiped my face then threw another paper towel away.
   "I've got a place. I'll tell the others that I can't and we can just walk there." Max said. A boy walked in and stared at us.
   "Get out, weirdo. We're talking" Max snapped. The kid left the bathroom immediately and she turned to me again.
   "So come on. Let's get you cheered up." I smiled and nodded.
   "Okay. Fine"
"Alright! Let's get out of here. It smells"
The both of us left the bathroom and went back to the cafeteria. There was only 5 minuets left.
   "Is there really any point of going back in there?" I asked quietly.
   "Well...no. Not at all, actually." She stopped and turned around.
  "We could touch things we're not supposed to."
  "Like what? "
"Well I saw a bottle of chemicals in the classroom I've been dying to pour on my homework. Totally guessed on all of it"
  "Max-"
  "It's okay! I've got you covered. Give me your paper"
  "No, Max! I actually did my homework."
   "Correctly?"
  "Yes correctly"
"Suit yourself"
  Max opened the door. No teacher was insight. We both snuck in and quickly , Max locked the door and ran straight to the clear bottle.
   "Are you sure that's a chemical?" I asked.
  "Well yeah. I walked in extra early, thinking it was late and saw Mr. Clarke doing some...science stuff and bubbly,bubbly, POOF!" She put her hands up as a reenactment of the "poof"
  "You really think it's going to dissolve your paper?" I chuckled.
  "Well no but it should smudge it so with a little..." she trailed off as she began to move the bottled closer to the edge and her desk a bit closer.
  "All I have to do is bump into the desk, that should fall, breaking and spilling all over my paper and BAM! Homework gone" she looked at me smiling.
    "Go unlock the door. We've got two minuets." Max and I ran to the door, unlocked it then ran down the hall. Waiting for the bell and the teacher.