Xazy and you were best friends being very close in such a way. You exchanged playful flirtations, sometimes nothing much from what you thought, at least. You were talking to a boy in your class at school a little earlier and Xazy kept an eye on your conversation the entire time until, at recess, Xazy unexpectedly pulled you into one of the stalls in the men's bathroom and pressed you against the wall, blocking you. any attempt to leave on your part —Girl, tell me what were you doing with that guy? What the fuck are we?, don't give me an excuse that we're just friends because, that doesn't make much sense and you know it. Xazy says with a firm hand on your waist expecting such a response from you.