HE'S A BAD BOY

CHAPTER THREE

Nails trimmed, hair tied in a tight bun and bag draped over my shoulder, I strode down the busy hallways with long strides. My main objective was to be strong. I lost too much of my tears the previous night because of that stupid Ashton. I wish I could see his face one more time just to the tell him how stupid and selfish he is, to embarrass him infontof his new 'girlfriend' and tell her that his d*ck wasn't bigger than my thumb. I needed to fist something. I pushed the door of the bathroom and entered, rummaging through my bag for my phone. I needed to listen some Taylor Swift. Call me pathetic, but that was the only way I could release my bag of agonising anger-cry. I couldn't be strong at this moment. My mind was overflowing with different emotions.

"Hilary, are you in here?" A knock was sounded at the door and I looked down to see the familiar worn pair of converse. I signed and leaned over, unlocking the door. Becca was wearing a worried look on her face, her eyes darting all over the interior of the bathroom. It was rather dirty if I must say, the janitor must be on low-cut in salary deduction. "Are you okay? You looked as of you broke your ankle while dancing with your prince. I must say I am not surprised. You're such a bad dancer that if it was him leading, you would break his leg and end up breaking your neck. Did you tell Ashton-"

"Do not call his fucking name around me!" I screamed. I grabbed the roll of toilet paper that was in the stall and began wiping the drained mascara from off of my face. I shifted my shoulder, trying to put the tissue on the ground. The wall was really dirty, and I refused to touch it. I mean the walls are dirtier than I last saw them, pen marks made it look like a living canvas-the doodlings were the most prominent thing on the wall. They were the most beautiful thing on it.

"You realized that he was a douche, huh? I told you. Say it. I told." Becca brought me back to reality with her senseless bickering.

"We broke up because he was cheating on me with this bimbo. I feel so stupid." Becca engulfed me into a hug-a bone crushing hug but it was very comforting. I wrapped my hands around her shoulders and made a small pool of tears on her cashmere sweater.

"You are stupid,'' Becca said, trying to rub her hand on my head as best as possible without ruining the bun. "But that's the reason you have me, to kick ass and lash out as many curse words that are in the world. I mean he's a fucking merda doing that to you. I mean look at you. You beautiful and kind hearted and you see the good in people. You're better than I am. You forgive and find a way to forget about whatever bad situation they caused. You are amazing." I erupted in a sea of tears at the end of her small speech. The way she described me was so modest of her. I knew that I will still love Ashton even after what he did. My feelings were just all over the place right now.

"Thank you for that Becca you're really a good friend. I could just-"

"Kiss her? I wanna see!" A hoarse voice was heard in the next stall. My face drained all the colour in it when I realized that it was a male's voice. It all became clear to me-the dirty floors, the boyish penmanship on the walls, the doodles of the female anatomy-I was in the boys' bathroom.

I exchanged a look with Becca as we slowly rose from the seat of the toilet. Once we came into view of the next stall, we saw the last person we needs to see- Alex Peterson.

"W-w-what are you doing here?'' I stuttered trying to sound clueless as to where I was. I totally aced it.

"What am I doing in the BOYS bathroom?" He totally saw pass my great acting and figured that in was trying to act clueless because he was wearing a very sly smirk on his face, almost making his lips twitch. He was trying to conceal his anger.

"This is the boys' bathroom? I thought it was the girls'. I'll just be going..." I trailed off, inching backwards slowly.

"Drop the act. I heard everything. Don't act like I'm intellectually challenge." His face was stone hard, looking as if his jaw would snap at impulse.