"Lottie, are you still here?"
What the?
I accidentally bump my finger against the wall beside me all because I flinched from the familiar sound.
Internally, I curse in sixty different language, wiggling my finger from the pain emitting from it.
"Lottie?" He calls again.
My eyes jump open as slight panic fills my veins.
What on earth is this boy doing inside the girls toilet?
At this moment, I just remain frozen like I'm not even being called.
He's lucky no one's currently here only me or else he'll be considered a p*****t.
I then hear four knocks.
My mind goes back to what he told me prior.
I don't trust him, but at the same time, I probably do.
"Just creak the door a little." Arlo says and I do just that.
Next thing I know, his hand's sticking in with a plastic bag.
