"What the?" He said, saying a strand of curses. My breath caught in my throat. That was the first time I've heard him curse. It reminded me of when your teacher accidentally curses and everyone in the classroom goes 'OH' while the teacher struggles to fix their mistake, even though it wasn't a mistake. I heard a zipping sound and the sink being turned on. About a minute later, I'd realized I was holding my breath and let it out- expecting it to be a breath, but instead it was a sob.
I heard his Nikes walk over to the stall, he knocked twice before speaking.
"Dude, a-are you crying?" He asked, sounding shocked. I tried to muster the manliest voice I could find in my feminine voice box before speaking.
"N-no man." I said, sounding more like a Darth Vader and puppet mixture. Ew, why can't
