Today at school happened something strange.
During science class, too bored by whatever Mrs. Smith was explaining, I asked to go to the bathroom.
But when, already out of class I heard somebody sobbing in the boys' bathroom, I stopped walking.
And, even though I know that is strictly prohibited even thinking about entering the male bathrooms when you are a female, I opened the door.
In the worst scenario I will get a few hours of detention by the hall's monitor.
The main space was empty, but I continued to hear almost suffocated breaths coming from behind the door that separeted the main area from the toilets.
I entred the room quietly to not scare whoever was crying and I checked his presence carefully by looking in the space under the doors.
Indeed I noticed a pair of white nikes in the third bathroom, the boy was probably sitting on the ground.
Another sob echoed in the room and I asked myself what brought so much suffering.
I had no idea who was behind that door, but I plucked up courage and spoke.
«Hey».
The guy's feets seemed to flinch, almost like he was scared I could grab them to drag him out.
I could feel his annoyance.
He took a deep breath.
«Are you a girl?»
Duh.
«Yeah» I leaned my back against one of the sinks.
«Girls shouldn't enter» the voice said.
It surprised me hearing his voice so steady, when shortly before it seemed he was having a panic attack.
He had to be somone who was used to pretend.
«Why are you crying?» I cut out; the pair of nikes now scraping on the dirty tiles of the bathroom making an annoying noise.
I rythmically moved my fingers on my right leg, nervously touching the fabric of my jeans.
The voice spoke again.
«It's none of your buisness» he snorted and the coldness of his words made me shiver.
I couldn't recognize who he was, he had to be someone I never talked before.
I rolled my eyes, wondering whether to stay with someone that just insulted me because I was worried about him or leaving the bathroom without saying anything and return to Mrs. Smith's lesson, who at this point certainly gave me missing.
When I was about to choose the second option and turn around to open the door again, a thought led me not to go.
If anyone approached me during my panic attacks I would have done the same.
I stayed where I was.
«I wanted to know how are you feeling, your sobs can be heard even in the halls.» I admitted sincerely.
«I'm fine. Now go away».
That attempt to control me irritated me: if I wanted to leave, I would have done it and if I wanted to stay I would have remained, but without anyone telling me to do it.
Nevertheless I felt the falsity of his words and I crossed my legs.
«I decide when and if I leave» I remarked with the same determination that he tried to put in his words, I didn't know why I cared about someone I didn't even know but in a way I felt connected to him.
Maybe because I suffer of panic attacks too.
«And you don't seem to feel well» I continued, hearing him snort again.
A few seconds of silence passed.
«Do we know each other?» he asked suddenly.
I wondered if he was really that stupid.
«How should I know that when I can't see you either?» I replied «I don't associate your voice with anyone».
Silence again.
«I don't want to tell you my name» the unknown boy said.
I couldn't take it anymore.
«Let's do this» I said, trying to find a compromise «you tell me your story and I'll tell you mine. We don't need to know who we are, in fact, if you really have to, you can call me Francis, that is my middle name, and I can call you boy with a pair of dope shoes».
The boy burst into a loud laugh, I could see him holding his sides with laughter and the white nikes moving.
I stood confused looking at the bathroom door.
«What kind of name is FRANCIS?» he exclaimed wheezing.
I rolled my eyes, slightly offended.
I don't even like my name but being told by others that it is terrible is different.
«I know, I know, it's awful» I sincerely said, shrugging and immediately recalling our agreement.
«So are you in or not?».
He didn't seem convinced and I was ready to give up.
Then he spoke.
«You can call me Grant».
I smiled.
Grant huh?
First story so be humble with me please.
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Fanfiction«No one has ever cared for me as much as you do». In which Emma and Ethan meets in the male bathroom every week and talk about their problems without seeing their faces.
