This Is How We Do It

Chapter 5: Shanice

SHANICE

I sat in the girls’ bathroom in one of the stalls crying my eyes out from the news that I just received. I didn’t know whether or not I should throw my phone at the stall door or bury my head in shame. I knew what I did was wrong, but at the time I did it, it felt oh so right. And now I was dealing with the repercussions of my stupid ass decision. My life was going to be fucked up forever now because of it.

I pulled out my phone and checked to see if Harley had texted me back yet; still no reply. Why was she ignoring my text.  If we were best friends then we were supposed to be there for each other, through thick and thin. I needed her more than ever right now as she did me, but, for some reason she wouldn’t answer my texts. I would have to confront her later on today when I saw her.

I had to regain my composure first. I pulled out my make-up kit and began to fix myself up. I was a horrible mess, but I had good reason to be.

“Everything’s gonna be alright,” I said to myself as I wiped away the tears from my eyes, and continued to fix myself up.

All of a sudden, I heard a banging and then crashing of stuff hitting the floor. Either somebody was drunk and needed to relieve themselves of whatever, or somebody was hooking up. I jumped up off the toilet and peeked my head through the crack of the stall to see which one it was.

“Oh my God,” I gasped and quickly covered my mouth. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing; my best friend since kindergarten was in the bathroom hooking up with another girl.

I couldn’t believe it. The events replayed in my head, as I tried to get myself and stuff together. Was this the reason why she broke up with Tanner? For another girl; Emily Transky at that! That girl was a notorious slut, who stole boyfriends and girlfriends, and didn’t care about how many hearts she broke.

“Shit!” I whispered as I dropped my make-up kit, splattering the contents all over the floor.

“What was that?” asked Harley, who now stopped kissing Emily and hopped off of the sink.

Shit, she heard me. I scrambled to put the rest of my make-up in my purse.

“Maybe someone’s in the stall. This is a bathroom remember?” Emily said grabbing Harley who was on her way over the stalls. “Come here.”

“What if they were watching us?” Harley whispered to Emily.

“Let them then!” Emily grinned with mischief. “It’s sexy.”

The whole time I tried my hardest not to make any more sounds. I didn’t want my best friend to know that I knew her secret.

“What? Are you kidding me, I don’t want people to know about this,” Harley snapped at Emily.

“Okay. Whatever, I’m out,” Emily headed for the door. “You know what,” she turned around and faced Harley. “Tthe reason why I liked you in the first place was because I thought you were different than everybody else. I thought you didn’t care what people thought or said about you, but I guess you’re just another cheerleader tryna keep her shitty reputation.” She exited the bathroom.

I heard the footsteps of what must’ve been Harley and her shadow right at my stall door.

Crap, I thought to myself. What could I possibly do to get out of this bathroom without her knowing it was me?

“Hello? I know you’re in there. I heard you,” Harley knocked on the door.

I didn’t reply, I couldn’t reply, how in the hell was I supposed to reply without giving it away that it was me in the stall who heard you making out with another girl, hours after you broke up with your ex-boyfriend.

“Okay, you don’t wanna reply, but I’m coming in there even if you don’t want me to!” warned Harley.

I saw her began to kneel down under the stall door. She was about to crawl under the door to see who I was. There was no way I could stay here. I knew what I had to do. I put my feet up on the stall and waited for the perfect time when she was lined up with the door.

Her mouth was just below the stall door and it was either now or never. So I unlocked the door and swung it open, hitting her in the face.

“Ouch!” she cried as she fell onto the floor clenching her face.

I hopped up off the toilet and ran out of the stall and headed for the door.

“You bitch!” she screamed out. I turned around to see if she saw me, but she was still on the floor face down, clenching her face.

I ran out of the bathroom and headed down the hall and back to the Home education room. I entered the room and took my seat.

“Ah, Ms. Banks, you’ve decided to rejoin us I see,” Mr. Lackney smiled.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry for that. I kinda got caught up in the bathroom. It was a—uh…family emergency,” I stumbled to find a good excuse.

“Um hm, a ‘family emergency,’” Mr. Lackney replied. He didn’t buy that excuse for one second. “Like the one you had three weeks ago?”

“Yeah—,” I tried say before he cut me off.

“Detention,” he interjected as he dropped a stack of papers down on his desk.

“What?”

“Yes, one hour after school today.”

“Ugh,” I rolled my eyes and sunk myself down in my seat.

Fuck. My. Life.