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Contest #10

Most of those who entered the third floor girls bathroom were just using it for the mirror. Several students that filtered through the dank room used the stalls and the rest just examined their asses or touched up on hastily done makeup. One girl even came into the bathroom sobbing but left at the sight of an occupied stall. Clearly she was seeking solitude as well. In the third floor bathroom there were three stalls, a large mirror, and one sink. Amanda sat in the stall furthest from the door, head buried in her knees. She should have known this would happen. She should have known she would never have a chance with Marcus. Fat tears rolled down her flushed cheeks and blurred her vision. Every time the poor girl blinked more tears wet the floor. Amanda decided not to blink anymore. With her eyes pressed shut and the sorrow still slipping through somehow, Amanda hid herself from the world in the third stall from the door. Whenever someone waltzed in that bathroom with nothing to lose, Amanda would hold her breath and try her best not to sniffle. The poor girl held her breath until she blended into the walls of the restroom and became nothing more than a whisper of being in the restroom she had turned into her sanctuary. How could he do this to her? How could he betray her like this? It wasn't like him to do something like this and it wasn't like her to skip class so she could feel sorry for herself. Because that's all it was, feeling sorry for herself. She was sorry that Marcus led her on. She was sorry that she thought she had a chance with him. It hurt. It really hurt. It felt so long ago that she loved him with ignorant bliss. Now she realized how stupid she was. The worst part was that she still felt herself loving him. After what he did to her, after the heartbreak he caused her, Amanda still felt a longing to run back to his sorry ass and act like it never happened. Like he had never kissed that other girl. He probably wasn't even thinking about her. As she sobbed herself silly in the bathroom stall, Marcus was probably thinking of other things. There were more important things to spend time trifling over than a tear stricken junior who lost her mind in self pity and wallow.
"Are you okay?" The simple question made Amanda jump. It came from a girl in the other stall who must have been there long enough to realize that the stall next to hers was not empty. Her voice was like honey flowing effortlessly through the air.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." Amanda croaked. She tried to keep her voice steady but it broke mid sentence. She didn't want to talk to a stupid girl right now who didn't have any real problems. She wanted to melt into the floor and lose herself in thought. But with too many caring people in this world, that could never happen.
"Are you crying?" The same voice, firmer this time, but still with that honey sweet tone and airy bliss.
"No," she searched for a way out of conversing, "I'm just sick." It was a dumb excuse but it was have to do.
"What's wrong?" She wasn't giving up that easy.
"I told you, I'm fine." Having a conversation between stall walls in an echoey bathroom with tear stains on her cheeks and a honey sweet voice tempting her to spill all her secrets really wasn't what Amanda had planned when she rushed into the sanctuary earlier. She should have seen it coming, but when the honey girl peeked an eye into Amanda's stall, she almost screeched. "What are you doing? You perv, stop looking into people's stalls!" Anger dripped from every word, but the anger wasn't meant for the honey girl. It seemed directed at a boy far away in his class, dreaming about a too perfect girl who's kiss must have been all too perfect. "Sorry," Amanda sighed. "It's been a rough day."
"It's okay, I understand. And I'm not considered a perv if you are fully clothed." Although the honey girl couldn't see it, Amanda was smiling. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No." She almost wanted to give into the honey girl's comfort. "Could you please leave me alone?" She asked, attempting to match the girl's honey. Amanda wasn't trying to be mean, she was just angry and upset. The girl didn't seem to want to leave but when a perfectly timed bell rang, she had no choice.
Receding footsteps echoed through the small restroom as the honey girl disappeared. The honey girl knew she wasn't welcome and she knew class was about to start. Now Amanda was alone again. Parts of her were relieved but something inside wanted the honey girl to stay just a bit longer.
By now Amanda had run out of tears to cry and she was almost out of classes to skip. When she looked to check the time, Amanda saw that it was already the start of sixth period. Because it was a seven period day, Amanda decided she needed to either clean herself up and go to her last class or wait another hour and a half until school got out.
"Amanda?"
A gasp escaped her mouth as she realized who had just said her name. The word hung in the air, echoing and bouncing off the walls of the cramped space until it reached Amanda. Her name was no longer comforting or welcoming as it had been when he had said it before. Now it gave her chills and her eyes widened. He couldn't be in here. He wasn't allowed. This was her safe haven, her sanctuary. How did Marcus penetrate its walls of selfish pity?
"Amanda, I'm not really supposed to be in here, and I'm not even sure if you're the crying girl I heard crying. But I want to say that I'm sorry." His voice was caked in guilt. It pained Amanda to hear him say those words, I'm sorry. How could he ever think she would forgive him?
"Get out." A break in her words threatened to rip open the floodgates and allow tears she didn't know she had to rush down her cheeks in streams of hot anger.
"Mandi, listen," But Amanda did not listen, for he was cut off.
Her stall door slammed open and she stormed out. Before either of them knew what would happen, Amanda raised her hand and slapped him across that pretty little face of his. "No, you listen." The boldness of her strike and the power in her voice shocked the both of them. Marcus took a step back after the attack on his cheek, but what Amanda saw in his eyes was not fear. She saw a bit of the shock they both shared and, satisfyingly, a bit of pride. "You are a bastard and a scumbag. I am done being your puppet, wooed by your freakishly white smile. It's been pleasant, and it's been bliss, but you cannot expect me to accept an apology from an ass like yourself. If you want one of those, go ask that girl you were snogging." Marcus was speechless. She was satisfied. So, with all the confidence any single person can have and all the sass one hair flip can carry, Amanda Terrace strode out of her once called sanctuary, making a point of brushing forcefully past Marcus on her way out.