The line to the washroom was past the door. It was five minutes before classes started, and everyone wanted to do their business last minute.
Assholes. Everyone was an asshole. I would lock all the bathroom doors five minutes before the end of the world, so no one could use them. Later, I’d laugh at the ridiculousness of that. But it wasn’t later yet, and I was dead serious about it.
There was no other choice. I had to go to the third-floor bathroom. Correction, the third-floor fuck bathroom.
Students nicknamed it that because it was where couples go to…well, fuck. You had to climb three flights of stairs to get there and walk a whole floor, since it was located at the end of the corridor. No one in their right mind who needed to take a piss would take a long hike to get to that toilet.
No one but me.
“Oh fuck.”
A cramp so sharp I felt it in my soul. I grabbed the railing on the stairs, breathing heavily as I rested my clammy forehead on my arms.
You can make it. Steel, baby. You are made of steel.
I pushed away from the railing, tightened my butt muscles, and ran. I could hear my heavy footsteps echoing, felt the cold sweat trickling down my face.
I was wheezing by the time I reached the washroom door, losing my balance and almost sliding to the floor with my rush to get my butt to the toilet. I slammed open the first stall I could reach, fumbled the lock home, and let go.
Have you ever had to go so bad that you brace your arms against the stall walls, close your eyes tightly, and hold on for dear life as you moan like a pig and pushhh with all of your might…but only air comes out?
Yes, it was that kind.
I was in the middle of doing this when I heard the bathroom door open and then moaning and the rustling of clothes. It sounded like someone was going to get down and dirty, literally, on the bathroom floor.
“You feel so good, Cam,” I heard a sultry feminine voice purr.
Prrrrrrrrrrtttttttttt!
That was me passing gas. Blowing wind. Farting. Like a choo-choo train on Christmas.
Silence.
I heard more rustling, like they were putting their clothes back on, and then the door opening and closing.
Thank fuck they left.
I finished my business quickly, sprayed some perfume in the bathroom so the next poor soul wouldn’t have to deal with my stink. I washed my hands in the sink thoroughly, reapplied my lipstick, opened the door into the hallway, and froze in my tracks.
There he was with his piercing blue eyes and Lucifer black hair.
He was leaning against the wall across the bathroom, hot as hell and twice as dangerous. His arms were crossed in front of him, a lollipop in his mouth.
His eyes widened when he saw me. We just stood there for what seemed like forever, staring at each other.
Then…he grinned.
Chapter 4
Kara
My mind turned blank. Completely, blessedly blank.
It was like trying to watch a movie online and suddenly the screen turns into fuzzy images and text appears: Your brain is buffering 7%…
He was watching me with that beautiful crooked smile. As if he had all the time in the world, he shifted his shoulders lazily and pulled out the red lollipop from his mouth.
It was one of those flat, round lollipops they sold in the cafeteria, and I was surprised he liked them.