The week passed pretty fast. Nothing special happened except the small even in the bathroom.
It was Friday when I accidentally bumped into Emma, one of the popular girls in our school in the girl's bathroom. I washed my hands and started drying them off when she came.
"Ah just the girl I've been looking for," She said and I turned to look at her with a confused expression.
"Eerrr...hi?"
"Word goes around that you have a date with my boyfriend," She said and crossed her hands. I took a paper towel and dried my hands. Emma doesn't have boyfriends, she's considered as the slut of the school. Who is her boyfriend anyway?
"I'm sorry but the gossips are wrong,"
"No honey, they aren't," She said in a sassy tone.
"Ehhmm, yes honey they are," Am I making fun of her? Yes.
"Listen car
