Tori
It’s been a week and at no point am I left alone. I’ve had to shove Ryder out of the bathroom a few times. I don’t care if he’s seen it all already, I don’t want him in there when I’m trying to take a s**t.
“Let me in, Kitkit.” I can hear him playfully scratching at the door with his finger, his forehead more than likely leaning against the wood.
“No!” I yell out from the toilet seat. “A girl needs privacy.”
And pads apparently. f*****g period.
I knew it was coming, I started cramping yesterday, but I was hoping maybe I could stay perpetually stressed enough to never have one again. The whole thing with Nico and the Niners has had us all on edge the last seven days. I’m not sure Blaze has even slept, finding him at times with his eyes closed at his desk. On our days together
