I couldn't believe what I've just done, everything that came out of my mouth, the truth, the lies, and just about every swear known to man. I flew down the stairs and into the bathroom to collect myself. Looking into the mirror, Mascara running down my face, my hair in mangy tangles, my clothes sloppy and wrinkled. I was a fucking mess.
Suddenly the door slowly opened, and I quickly moved into the stall behind me. Heavy Footsteps poured into the bathroom all at once, with booming baritone voices flooding in. "Wait why would boys come into the girls room that's so creepy." But my thoughts began to pound in my head, trying to find the answer, and then it came. "Im in the boys restroom, shit"
Little to my knowing, I didn't realize I said that allowed and now all the boys who were leaving turned on their heels and studded to the bathroom stall.
"Well well well, looks like we have a peeping Tabitha in the stall gentleman, come out we won't hurt you; we just want to help you out."
I laughed out loud, really exposing myself to being a girl. "What could you possibly help me out with, go away please."
They all laughed in unison, filling the room with echoes upon echoes of their catty sounds. "No girl just waltz into the boys bathroom just to chill!" I rolled my eyes, these were obviously freshman boys, thinking their existence was the greatest thing to ever happen to man.
Look, I said. "I didn't mean to come in here, it was a pure accident now if you can please get out of here before I rip those baby carrots of your body and shove them up your ass." I wasn't proud about what I said, but those kids need to grow the fuck up.
They literally deliberated for like ten minuets, to "determine my fate" and after a few giggles and upsetting sighs finally they all left. I got up, and scanned the bathroom through the crack of the door to make sure I wasn't being ambushed. Knowing I was safe from hormonal immature boys I left the stall and ran out the door.