Lucky Number 25

Chapter 3: Angry Gran on the Rise

Tears threatened to spill out, but I swallowed back, forming a lump in the middle of my throat.

I ran out pretty fast, considering that I didn't want my classmates to catch me bawling my eyes after that little joke.

Stupid Jett..Why can't he humiliate someone else instead of harping on someone invisible.

I padded into the bathroom glancing in the mirror to see my reflection, the bump stopped the growth although it was still red.

It was like jumping into the movie Mulan. The song 'Reflection' played in my head, which turned the moment more dramatic than what I planned it to be.

I stood inside a cubical and thought back to the scene in the classroom; how much the class laughed I did not know, but by the end of the day, that was going to be the only news flash.

Finally, the tears broke from their gates, pouring freely, some dripping onto the bathroom floor.

I sniffled and rubbed my sleeves against my eyes. I didn't want to walk out with evidence that I cried. Sue me, but I don't like being called a "baby."

The bathroom door suddenly creaked open, not the cubical, but the main door leading to the bathrooms.

Curiosity struck me. I shut my mouth by clamping my sleeves over.

Ally, they can see your shoes, genius.

Shut up.

You can't make me because you're the one thinking of me.

I made a frustrated groan, catching the attention of the person in the bathroom. I squeezed my eyes shut when I heard the loud footsteps coming considerably close.

"Can you just come out before I knock it the door from its hinges? If you're wondering why I came, Mrs. Wagner forced me to apologize. Considering the amount of time I looked for you and having the courage to come into the girls' restroom, you owe me," a deep voice muttered from just outside my stall.

I saw the shoes pacing back and forth, almost seeming...nervous?

He can't be nervous around me. Stop getting your hopes up, Ally.

I thumped myself on the head, though it would make me crazier.

"If you're not coming out, I'm just going to leave and probably get it trouble because I didn't bring you back with me."

Good. Get it trouble, i don't care.

"Come out. Now. I'm not good with girls." His voice sounded so threatening and demanding, yet it shook. He won't hurt a little girl, will he?

I mustered all the courage I had to reply. "No." Stubborn I know.

"I'll really pull the door apart."

I started to get sassy. "You wouldn't and couldn't."

"Do you know how many guns I have on my arms? Not to mention an eight-pack..." I could practically see the amusement dripping off his voice.

"I highly doubt that. The only eight-pack you should be having is the future Coca Cola soda pack."

He scoffed. "At least I was capable of having an eight-pack, unlike you because girls can't work hard enough to get no less than a two-pack."

Alright, two can play a game. Just because I'm a girl didn't mean that I couldn't gain one.

I unlocked the latch and slammed the door against the wall as hard as I could. He was leaning on the wall, arms crossed across his chest. His lips were pushed upward in a gigantic smirk.

It was then that I realized I fell into his trap of coming out of the stall.

"Come on, Alice." Alice?? How that nickname comes out of my name I Do Not Know.

"Do you still have the creams?" I cautiously and stupidly asked.

I heard a familiar voice that would embarrass me at any occasion. "No no no no Suga'buns! I know my way to the bathroom, thank you very much. Yes yes yes, I'm completely fine to walk. No Dearie, I will not slam into the - OOF!" The bathroom door opened abruptly.

My grandmother stumbled into the bathroom. Er... more like waddled. She's a bit on the chubby side due to the fact that all she does is make fun of my disinterest in boys, rock in her rocking chair from 60 years ago and bake lasagna, which tastes delicious.

Jett broke the silence. "I'm going back now. I don't like hanging around people like you, much less meet their grandma."

My grandmother stared wide-eyed at Jett. Her eyes narrowed into thin chopstick slits and used all her chubbyness to block the doorway.

Oh Grandma...Please don't embarrass me even more.

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(A/N): I love the Grandmaaaaaaa...

Curious on what the Grandma says next?

Btw, she's gonna get some sass, just saying.

Omigosh, Grandma's can have sass.