Fate has a funny way of doing things.
"I have a girlfriend now.” he said with a sheepish grin. You just nodded your head in acknowledgement, trying to act unphased by this latest revelation. You continued talking to him for as long as you could without crying or going psycho on him. When you arrived at your breaking point, you excused yourself to go to the restroom.
As soon as the restroom door closed, tears filled your eyes. You went into one of the stalls, locked the door, and began sobbing. It was all you could do. Cry. Let it all out.
When that became mundane, you took your cell phone out and began punching random numbers. It was all you could do. The buttons were a blur from the tears in your eyes. You didn't care who you called, you just wanted someone who would listen, regardless of whether they understood or not. You just wanted someone to talk to, but there was no one except the random number you just dialed.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings.
Four rings.
Someone picked up the receiver:
"Hello?"
"My friend that I thought wanted to be more than friends told me that he had a girlfriend, and it took all I had not to start crying then and there. We had something more, or so I thought. He tried to kiss me Wednesday, but we got caught before it could happen. I guess that freaked him out because we stopped talking after that, but we started talking today and he told my friend and me about his girlfriend. I didn't know what to do so I went to the restroom to cry, so no would see me. I have no one to call, no one talk to, so that's why I called you. I don't know who you are, but bye."
You hung up the phone and let out a deep and shaky sigh. The tears had quit falling, so you opened the stall and went to the sink. You turned on the tap and began splashing your face and eyes with water, careful not to get your shirt wet. You pressed down on the towel dispenser button a few times and tore off the brown sheets it dispensed. You began to dry your face, and when you finished, you wadded up the paper and threw it in the garbage.
You thought about walking out.
The restroom door flung shut as you walked back into the classroom. You repositioned yourself on the opposite side of the room as him. Lucky for you, your friend was over there. The two of you began talking about what had just happened. She offered you condolence. "Thanks, but no thanks." you thought to yourself. You didn't want sympathy; you just wanted someone who would listen to you.
The feeling of someone behind you sent chills down your spine. You got up and turned around. It was him.
"I got your call.” he said.
You looked at him, confused, tilting your head slightly to the right. Then your face began turning many shades of red.
Before you knew it, your lips were intertwined in one another's and he was licking your bottom lip, begging for entrance.
As soon as you opened your mouth, the restroom door flung open, leaving your arms cold and giving you a bitter taste of reality.
As soon as the restroom door closed, tears filled your eyes. You went into one of the stalls, locked the door, and began sobbing. It was all you could do. Cry. Let it all out.
When that became mundane, you took your cell phone out and began punching random numbers. It was all you could do. The buttons were a blur from the tears in your eyes. You didn't care who you called, you just wanted someone who would listen, regardless of whether they understood or not. You just wanted someone to talk to, but there was no one except the random number you just dialed.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings.
Four rings.
Someone picked up the receiver:
"Hello?"
"My friend that I thought wanted to be more than friends told me that he had a girlfriend, and it took all I had not to start crying then and there. We had something more, or so I thought. He tried to kiss me Wednesday, but we got caught before it could happen. I guess that freaked him out because we stopped talking after that, but we started talking today and he told my friend and me about his girlfriend. I didn't know what to do so I went to the restroom to cry, so no would see me. I have no one to call, no one talk to, so that's why I called you. I don't know who you are, but bye."
You hung up the phone and let out a deep and shaky sigh. The tears had quit falling, so you opened the stall and went to the sink. You turned on the tap and began splashing your face and eyes with water, careful not to get your shirt wet. You pressed down on the towel dispenser button a few times and tore off the brown sheets it dispensed. You began to dry your face, and when you finished, you wadded up the paper and threw it in the garbage.
You thought about walking out.
The restroom door flung shut as you walked back into the classroom. You repositioned yourself on the opposite side of the room as him. Lucky for you, your friend was over there. The two of you began talking about what had just happened. She offered you condolence. "Thanks, but no thanks." you thought to yourself. You didn't want sympathy; you just wanted someone who would listen to you.
The feeling of someone behind you sent chills down your spine. You got up and turned around. It was him.
"I got your call.” he said.
You looked at him, confused, tilting your head slightly to the right. Then your face began turning many shades of red.
Before you knew it, your lips were intertwined in one another's and he was licking your bottom lip, begging for entrance.
As soon as you opened your mouth, the restroom door flung open, leaving your arms cold and giving you a bitter taste of reality.