“Yeah?”
She nodded, finishing up drying her hands, and stepped back from the sink. “Where are your guys? Usually they’d be out in the hall if you’re in here.”
There was the whole gut tightening again. Right there.
I jerked a shoulder up. “They’re out doing their thing. I’ll catch up with them later.”
“Are you dating one of them? Monica mentioned that one time.”
“Monica doesn’t know anything.”
She was referring to one of her friends, who truly didn’t know shit.
“Oh.”
Those eyes of hers. Tawny and hazel, and there’s a reason she and her brother were some of the most ridiculously good-looking people in our school. It wasn’t fair. But the kindness and concern were what was really setting my teeth on edge.
I didn’t need her pity.
“Anyways,” I blasted her with a bright, but dismissive smile, “I gotta go to the bathroom. So…” Enough said. I moved inside my stall, shut the door, and sat. Then I waited.
That was rude.
I was feeling like an asshole, but a moment later she was edging for the door. She was going slow, and that tugged at me because Taz Shaw wasn’t known for moving at a slow pace. She bounced. She hurried. She darted. She didn’t move slow, and she wasn’t my friend.
The door swished open and closed, and I cursed under my breath.
But, what? Go and attend a rich asshole’s party tonight as a tagalong? I wasn’t a tagalong. I’d never been a tagalong, and fuck if I was going to become one.
But because my day was still in the toilet (lame humor), that didn’t mean I couldn’t mess someone else’s day up, too.
I found the drugs, but I didn’t hide them. I flushed them.
Then I went to my last detention of my high school career, and that sucked too.
I wished I hadn’t flushed the drugs.