I pump soap onto my hands as laughter in the halls gets closer. Grace and her squad come strolling into the bathroom. The laughter dulls down when they see me.
"Hey, Devyn. Find a guy for Spring Formal yet?"
"Is that any of your business?"
I make sure there is sarcasm and a touch of annoyance in my words.
"I was just making conversation. No need to be so mean."
I finish washing my hands and shut off the water. Grace and her pack are blocking the paper towel dispensers. I stand in front of her with wet hands. I hope each drop lands on her expensive shoes and ruins them.
"Can I get a paper towel?"
"Why? I see a perfectly good shirt you can use."
"You are right!"
I grab onto her blouse, quickly drying my hands as she inhales slowly on her vape.
"Hey!"
Vapors pour out of her mouth, straight into my face. Before the jerk squad can attack, I make my way to the bathroom door.
"Thanks for letting me use your shirt!"
And I bolt from the bathroom, a smile on my face. Now she is going to have wet marks on her shirt for at least a few periods of the day.
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It Started As A Dare
Ficção AdolescenteDevyn Miller is the girl every guy wants. But she wants none of them. After a night of Truth or Dare with a group of friends, it all changes. One dare. One dance. It's as easy as that. Right?
