Rebel Girl

7} Panic At The Girl's Bathroom

© Amber Kalkes 2014

Song: "Basket Case" By Green Day

Chapter Seven: Panic At The Girl’s Bathroom.

 

“I have an idea.” Sutton says slamming her bag onto the lunch table, making me jump.

It’s been a few days since the massively embarrassing hangover morning and I was still trying to live it down. Carla has been cracking jokes every chance she can while Tommy has been grinning at me like he’s on crack. To this point I’ve been able to ignore it but its only because I’m extremely talented at tuning things out. Sadly though Sutton refuses to be tuned out.

Especially after my slip up yesterday.

We had detention. My first ever and Sutton’s three-hundredth something.  As ordered we were cleaning out the choir room, which also doubled as a study hall class. There was graffiti on the desks and gum stuck like rubber cement under them so that was our job. Scrub and scrape, scrub and scrape. My arms were killing me about ten minutes in.

Anyway, Sutton had to go to the bathroom and I took that time to approach the guitar I’s been eyeing up the whole hour we’d been in there. Sitting on the piano bench I began playing some made up little riffs. Eventually I started turning them to whole songs I knew. I was doing the intro to ‘Crazy On You’ By Heart when I glanced up to see Sutton staring at me with her mouth open.

I immediately dropped the guitar like it attacked me and ignored Sutton when she tried to drill me on the reasons that I didn’t tell her. I didn’t say another word for the next hour we were together and when it was over I just left without a word. I thought it’d be awkward today but Sutton is acting like it didn’t happen at all. It was a relief at first but now I’m starting to think she was just biding time.

 “What idea?” I ask hesitantly.

Sutton smirks and rummages in her leather jacket for a second before slapping a neon pink paper onto the lunch table. I put down the fry in my hand and grab it cautiously curious. I now understand why the cat died because this is a disaster waiting to happen.

“T-Talent Show?” I read out loud in disbelief.

Sutton grins. “Oh yes, the talent show. I think it’s time we shake things up a bit around here.”

Carla snorts. “Please do because the freaking Virgin Mary wins every year.”

“It’s always a fucking show tune, too.” Tommy says with disgust. “I would skip the whole fucking thing if I didn’t know I’d get suspended, again.”

“So…you’re going to enter?” I ask Sutton hopefully.

“Nope.” Sutton says, popping the ‘p’ and shaking her head. “You are.”

My body goes ridged with fear instantly. I quickly conclude it was a huge mistake for me to let Sutton know about me. It’s quickly turning into a huge cluster fuck, which I should have known because lets face it, Sutton is insane.

“No.” I whisper shaking my head. “No. No. NO!”

I’m spitting out the word like it’s poison by the end. There is no way I’m doing it. I can feel the fear and panic building in my stomach before spreading into my chest. My heart is pounding while my vision begins to blur. I don’t need to be told what’s going on with me. I know what it is already.