What the hell! I mean seriously, what the hell? This cannot be happening to me. me, of all people. I am not, dare I say it, in love? Can it be true? I am alone, I always have been, and I'm not about to change that for her. A crying, weak little...little...girl. But it is happening, and I don't know how to stop it.
I can't hide in these toilets forever. Someone will notice, someone will miss me. And then teachers or pupils will find me. The door opens outside of my cubicle. Right, I'll wait until they've gone, and then I'll go.
There. The little 'putt' noise as the door closes. I unlock the cubicle and step out, only to find someone waiting there. And not just any someone. Her.
"I knew you'd be in here."
"Yeah well, forgive me for thinking that sounds kind of stalkerish."
"Sorry. I was just thinking about last night..."
"Nothing happened last night!" I came close to pushing her against the wall again, but stopped just in time, remembering what had happened last time. She seemed to guess at what I was thinking.
"Look," she said moving closer, "I know it must have been confusing last night, but I really think you should stop hiding in toilets. I won't bite. Unless you want me to of course." A cheeky smile lingered round her lips and she stepped closer still, until my back was against the wall and she was trailing her fingers along my arm. Fire sprang through my body, and for a minute I almost gave in to the sensation, but my well practiced nature kicked in and I pushed her (more gently than I would normally have) away from me.
"You don't know how I feel." And with that I left the room quickly and avoided her for the rest of that day, because I knew that one more encounter would place me under her thumb for a long, long time.