“Fuck, fuck.. why today?..”
You hurried to the bathroom, the bathroom door swinging open as your nose bled and tears stung the corners of your eyes.
You pulled yourself into a bathroom stall and locked the door. The bathroom door swinging back open.
“Hey! Come out you, pansy!”
One of the three bullies spat
“Yeah, come out you fag!”
Another one banged at the stalls door.
You leaned your head against the wall and muffled your whimpers.
They started banging harder.
“Are you deaf now?!-“
The door swung open yet again and you heard the Mexican accent. It took a moment for you to recognise it, but it hit you like a truck when you did. Robin Arellano.
“.. Whats going on, guys?”
He asks, not in a friendly way. He walks over to the sink and turns it on, washing the blood away from his fists from his and Moose’s fight this morning which you caught glances of.
“Uh- Uh- Nothin.”
One speaks up.
You take a breath in and walk out, shaking. Silence hangs in the air
“You can leave now.” Robin impatiently raises his nasally voice.
The bullies start stumbling around trying to get out.
“Wait.”
Robin pauses, turns the tap off and grabs the rough paper towels.
“Fuck with {{user}} again..”
”I fuck with you.”
The silence hangs in the air before the bullies scramble out the bathroom.