Someone was pounding on my stall.
"Occupied," I say, failing to hide the quiver in my voice.
It was stupid. I was worrying for nothing. It should be a mistake after all.
Except, Belldon was the one thing that could get me out of my predestined life of searching for scraps and working part-time at a job that's not enough to pay standard rent.
The knocking grew progressively worse. "There's other stalls, you know." That didn't make her relent. I get up from the floor. "Jesus, agro-knocking is not gonna make me move faster."
The pounding became a steady rhythm now. "Alright!" I unlock the door and see Maddie standing on the other side.
To say the least, she looked better now than she did at the grand ballroom of the small museum our prom was held. Why do Maddie and I meet at the bathro
