I ran straight to the bathroom, getting to one of the toilets. I sit, and cry there for only God knows how long.
“Crying doesn't solve problems you know?” a voice startles me. I jump on the seat turning to look at the source of the voice, but the toilet is locked, so how?
“Look up dim twit,” another voice says. I look up only to see Zara hanging from the other toilet to look into mine while Cal, and Kimberly do the same thing from the toilet to my left.
“What are you guys doing up there?” I snap, a little bit annoyed. I needed to finish crying dammit.
“Trying to console you.” Cal quips, stretching a little bit to get more of her head into the toilet I am in.
“You're welcome by the way.” Kimberly says sarcastically, it makes me smile.
“Yeah, she totally is.” Zara adds, narrowing
