𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙈𝙔 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 | Lookism x reader

3. The girl with soup in her hair

A/n: hey y'all... hey... so um... yeah... Can't believe it's already July and the last update was January...

Sorry! Honestly I think chapters would have came out a lot earlier but no1) was busy with school and no2) there are quite a few kinks I need to iron out in the first few chapters. Curse past me for being cringe (as if I'm still not cringe). Thanks for all the support though! I don't always respond to comments but I definitely see them! ❤️
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"Ugh. Do you all have to be in the toilet?"

Soybean soup and green onions blend together with floral perfume and toilet horror, mixing and intertwining in the small contained space of the bathroom to assault your noise. You let your grimace be known to all the women in the stalls, who look quiet distressed at your appearance and are all surrounding another girl who is bent, almost diving into the sink. Arguably, you haven't done anything to them. You assume that they're either in different year or department.

The bathroom isn't large at all- only four stalls are on the right, with two small sinks to the left and single hand dryer on the wall opposite. A trail of thick liquid, like fallen phlegm on the ground, guides your eyes to the back of the girl who is surrounded; small ribbons of limp spring onion stuck on back of her once-white-now-patchy-beige shirt, tofu cubes spilling like ivory blocks to ride with the stream from dark, rich brown hair.

The sound of a running tap comes in loud, touching the low ceiling of the bathroom and reaching above the thick scent of soup. It drowns her face in mystery, and you take a look at her back once more before meeting the burdened stares of her friends.

Ah. Anyways- you're leaving. The bathroom is full and there's no battle to be won or lost here. It's not like you can live with the fact that so many people will hear you pee if you stayed.

(So you're a shy pee-er, so what?)

You leave silently, not bowing your head to the girls or apologising for your intrusion, but you can help but to take an extra glance at the girl with her head in the skin. Perhaps you've become too tired, after more than an hour of Eli-cosplay mockery in the headteachers office. Or maybe this school is bringing out a new side of you.

"Tough shit man."

And you walk out, hoping to find another toilet.

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Battle drums in the middle of the cafeteria.

You ignore it though (nature's calling!). You debate heading back and returning to the previous set of stairs, to see if you can find another toilet, but from the corner of your eye you can just see a glimpse of a bathroom that is so close yet so far away. You'd have to make the trek through the cafeteria, past the fight which you choose to do after not much deliberation. You know how to handle yourself, and walking through people- especially the thinned, distressed crowd who have managed to find such a violent show in the middle of lunch- is as easy as pie.

You weave through the mass, not even spending another glance at the fight they're all gaping their mouths at. It's an interesting matchup to say the least, one which you would never see on TV. You think you would cheer for the bigger kid, but he gives a glare that you dislike (is that Logan- the one you heard people talking about? You think you can hear it from the crowd) but even the smaller one seems to be unbeatable.

Whatever. You just want to pee. You're not a commentator, nor do you care (you don't have the knowledge of any martial arts anyway. It's easy to tell what boxing is, but for the other kid? Pft, no idea), so thoughts transcend and fly into a new realm. Maybe you are starting to get hungry? You might have an extra snack in your bag.Wait no, you don't think you can stomach anything after the toilet-perfume-soybean-soup combo you just experienced.