Click click click.
I can hear heels on the tile of the bathroom floor. I stifle my sobs, causing a lump to form tightly in my throat.
"Rhea, darling are you in here?" Mrs. Mars' voice carries over the gentle music playing on the speaker, "Jordan is worried about you."
I look up to the stall door. With a deep, shuddering breath I get up and open the door. I see my face in the mirror, mascara running down in ugly streams.
Jordan's mom catches sight of me, rushing over, "Oh you poor thing," She pulls some tissues from her clutch purse, "Here, let's clean you up a bit. I am so sorry dear, believe you me, that husband of mine will certainly get an earful for this," She dabs under my eyes with the tissue, helping to remove the mascara smears, "I'm going to go give Jordan some money, why don'
