(Tales from the High School Bathroom) [William Beckett](1)

Well, here's a new series.

I've actually had it for a while, but I debated posting it.
Interesante.

Don't you hate bad soap operas?

Well, trust me. High school doesn't get any better than that.

Occasionally, you'll have your comedies, and on some good days, you'll find an interesting educational show...

But honestly, it wouldn't be high school without the commotion, right?

Or, that's how I see it.


"Ouch!" I rubbed my nose and pulled off my glasses.

"Gwen, I'm so sorry!" Thomas bit his nails frantically. "I didn't mean to--"

I blinked repeatedly, trying not to spill tears. I wiped my lenses with my purple gym uniform.

A hefty man jogged over to me slowly. The entire class spun to face me.

Oh, the drama; don't you feel it coming?

"Gwen hon, are you all right?" he asked as I clenched my nose gingerly.

I nodded, knowing my face was red. My glasses were neatly folded on the collar of my shirt, and I felt temped to fiddle with them. I felt something leak down my nose. I closed my eyes.

This can't possibly be good.

"Oh my God, you're having a nose bleed!" Thomas' face turned a bit pale. "Oh my God..." He started hyperventilating slightly.

"Stop making a scene." I rolled my eyes.

"Go to the nurse's office." Mr. Sous nodded towards the double doors. "And go with a partner."

And suddenly, a hand landed on my shoulder and was shoving me out the doors. I was surprised to see such a calm face.

"Um...you can stop pushing me now."

"If I stop, then you'll run off."

This kid had a point.

"I promise I won't." I tried to ease this kid's paranoia.

"No. You will."

Well, I guess that didn't work.

The two of us finally arrived at the clinic. All I really saw was a slapdash room with a woman yapping away on a phone. She stared at the kid who had brought me here.

"Oh my goodness, Danny, you've grown!"

"It's Daniel." He pushed me forward. "She was hit on the nose with a volley ball. She's having a nosebleed."

Way to be blunt, Daniel.

She plugged up my nose with some cotton balls and gave me a cup of water. Daniel sat there, tapping his foot.

"Why'd you bring me here?"

"I wanted to skip class." He smiled easily. His icy blue eyes landed on my nose. "Who was the idiot to hit you, anyway? You're lucky it's not broken."

I sighed. "This kid named Thomas."

He laughed smoothly and ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. "He looks pretty uncoordinated. I'd never imagine him hitting someone, though." He chuckled some more. "I mean, honestly. He'd have more luck hitting a brick wall."

"Well, Thomas is good at tennis," I supported.

"Well, that's tennis." He sighed.

What did he mean by that? I play tennis. I shook my head, trying to get that thought out of my head.

I felt his hand on my head to stop me shaking. "You're going to make that nosebleed even worse," he stated.

Right.

Even though I'd never officially met the kid, I heard he was perfect. As in: Good grades, clever, cute, athletic, and was an amazing euphonium player. Well, you don't exactly meet one of those everyday.

A shrill beep sounded, meaning that class was over. I sighed. "Sorry for having you come all the way out here," I apologized. "Really, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, whatever," he waved it off like it was nothing, and we both went back to the gym to change. Mr. Sous handed us passes as we made our way back.

"Watch out for flying objects, Miss Magnet," Daniel teased as the two of us were leaving.

I rolled my eyes. "Very funny," I muttered. I raised an eyebrow. "Where are you going?"

"Band," he pointed to the hallway right across from the gym.

Ooh. BIG waste of time.

"I have to go to Biology. See you." I jogged halfway there (even though I'm pretty un-athletic) and pounded on the door when I got there.

"You're late," Mr. Darnay announced. "Why is that?" He stared at my slightly bleeding nose and sighed. "Oh, you're excused."

"But I have a pass and every-"

"I think I've heard enough stories." He pointed to my seat. "Go."

"What happened to you?" Josh murmured, writing down notes from the board.

I looked at him angrily and pointed at my nose.

"Oh."

Right after that, something smacked me in the head. I shook my head with a pissed look and turned around to look behind me.

A piece of paper innocently fell on the floor. I looked up to see a black-haired boy waving at me.

"Mr. Beckett, would you like to share what you're doing?" Mr. Darnay was seriously pissed today.

"Oh, well..." He bent over to pick up an imaginary item. "Sorry, there was a pen under Gwen's seat, and..."

"Okay then; let's get back to gel electrophoresis." He drew a circle and then a smaller circle in that one.

I opened up the paper football.

You're disrupting my learning environment.

I squeezed my hand heatedly and scribbled something else on the paper.

I hate you.
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