C22 GIRLFRIENDS

I ran straight to the bathroom, getting to one of the toilets. I sit, and cry there for only God knows how long.

“Crying doesn't solve problems you know?” a voice startles me. I jump on the seat turning to look at the source of the voice, but the toilet is locked, so how?

“Look up dim twit,” another voice says. I look up only to see Zara hanging from the other toilet to look into mine while Cal