Palindrome

Eleven

The follow chapter openly discusses anxiety and an anxiety attack which may be triggering for readers. Discretion is therefore advised.

On that note-

Chapter 11

Someone needs to wash my eyes out with acid right this moment.

"Disgusting," Nagi says enunciating every syllable of the world lowly.

"For real though," Abraham agrees, his own face a mask of horror.

"We should look away," Paxton says, still staring in front of him.

"Should I take a picture for photographic evidence?" Bronwyn asks her phone hovering in her hands.

"Let's not," I say finally tearing my ways away from the scene.

Watching the school's tech director and your choir teacher make out while a storm rages on outside isn't ideal by any standards. Oh ugh I can literally see their tongues being shoved down each other's throat. I'm never going to burn that out of my brain.

Crouching in front of the door, the five of us were looking through the tiny glass window that gives a view into the theatre black box.

"Do you think they're going to do it?" Nagi whispers.

"Have sex?" Bronwyn finishes, "I sure hope not."

"Man I'm never going to look at that couch the same way ever again," Paxton mutters.

Pushing myself off the ground with the heels of my palm. "What now?"

That seems to snap the four of them out of the reverie they're stuck in.

Nagi swishes a finger at the space around us, "I mean we're pretty much in the dark. And I don't think we can go in and disturb whatever's happening in there."

Bronwyn scowls, "I don't see why we can't. That's a tornado proof room!"

"So is the men's locker room," Abraham states.

Bronwyn wrinkles her nose, "I'd rather take my chances with the tornado."

He holds up his hands in defeat, "It was a suggestion."

"A really bad one," Nagi grumbles under her breath, fiddling with the zipper of her combat boots.

Abraham rolls his eyes at her, "Suzuki, is there a reason why you're in such a bad mood today?"

"It's yakitori night," I supply, before she lunges at him.

His eyes widen in recognition, he's spent enough time with the two of us to know the ins and outs of Nagi. Most of it centered around food.

"Shouldn't we at least try the locker rooms?" Paxton says. "Both of them," he adds hastily after Bronwyn gives him a pointed look.

"We can split up into two groups," Abraham quips.

"I can go alone," I say.

My headache's getting worse by the second, my chest feels tight from some invisible stress hanging over me like some sort of ticking time bomb. Now would be a good time for me to go off alone, deal with it so I can figure out what's happening and conceal it.

"No," Paxton, Abraham and Nagi echo at the same time.

"I'll go with her," the three of them say looking at one another accusingly.

"Best friend," Nagi says.

"Neighbor," Paxton argues.

"Ex," Abraham goes.