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*Guys I'm really sorry, but I've completely lost inspiration for this story. I've been contemplating discontinuing it for a while now, but I tried to write today, because of someone's please update comment, and I just don't even know where to go with the plot, so I wrote this chapter and I'm pretty sure it's not more than five hundred words and it's really crappy and I know that you'll hate it and I'm really sorry about that, but I think I'm officialy giving up on it.

If anyone wants to continue writing this, I don't mind, I would actually prefer if someone did continue it. So if anyone's interested just message me and know that you can make as many changes as you want.*

I had lost track of time.

I wasn't sure how long it had been since the last ring or how far away the next one was going to be. All I knew was that I was with my back to the wall, a position I found myself a lot in lately, and that the people I called my closest friends were a couple hundred feet away from me, eating lunch.

His hands had been on my waist so many times that I wasn't sure they belonged to me and not him anymore. But he could say the same about his hair. I loved his hair. He would never fix it afterwards, leaving it a mess. A mess that I caused; and everyone would be able to see it.

I heard the door to the bathroom followed by footsteps. I stopped what I was doing and waited for the guy to get out again. When he finally did, I couldn't help but laugh out loud leaning my forehead against his. He laughed with me gripping onto my waist tighter.

"It's ridiculous, every time we make out a random guy is taking a dump three feet away from us"

"What? Guys taking a dump doesn't turn you on?"

"okay I'm starting to get pretty grossed out" I pushed him away from me, getting out of the stall. I looked myself in the mirror fixing my hair. My lips were swollen. Actually my whole face was swollen and my pupils seemed slightly dilated.

"So what did your father want the other day?" This time, he was the one leaning against the wall, his arms crossed watching me.

The whole thing turned casual really fast. I remember hating to admit even to myself that I liked him, but now it's just sort of this thing we do. We'd make out at school, make out in his car at night when I'd told my parents I'm going out with Ronnie, but it was just that. We were never any more than make out buddies. Not even fuck buddies. Just make out buddies. And I wasn't really sure I minded that.

"His usual shit. He told me what a lazy waste of space I am, and then made me clean up the garage. You know because there's nothing better I could be doing on a Saturday morning."

He grimaced and put his hands in his pockets.

"You wanna ditch?"

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