Dear diary,
let me give you a little recap of what happened in my life during the past few days. First, I made friends with 2 people, which is 2 more than I expected! They are both so nice it's almost unbelievable. And then I met this...girl. I'd use a better word to describe her, but I want to be polite. So, let's just say that she disgusts me just by breathing. It's not because of how she looks, I've learned not to judge people by their appearance a long time ago, mostly because it happens to me all the time. But back to the topic - this girl is like Regina George. She thinks that she can manipulate everyone and that she is a queen and everybody loves her. She lately promised to make my life a living hell, and I don't know what to expect. Now it's almost 2 in the morning, and I can't stop making up scenarios in my head about all the things she could do to me...

I didn't get much sleep that night, and that ended up in me having dark circles under my eyes.

Hmmmm, attractive.

"Honey, don't tell me you were reading till 2 am again!" mum stated as soon as she saw me at the table.

"It wasn't till 2, just 1:55..." I lied. I never brought up my problems in front of my parents. They have their own, and I don't want them to worry.

Besides, my stubborn ass wouldn't let them help me. I've always wanted to do everything by myself.

You know, learning from your own mistakes just hits different.

"My record is having just 2 hours of sleep. Try to beat that, if you dare." dad said proudly.

" That is really not something to be proud of! And stop supporting our daughter in not sleeping enough!"

"Oh darling, you probably forgot the reason for those sleepless nights." dad winked at her and my mom immediately turned red.

"Okay, I' m outta here..."

" Why were you even here in the first place?" dad asked.

"I don't really know. I probably just wanted to show you how dark the circles under my eyes are before I go to school. " I answered, already on my way to get dressed.

"Aila, try to find some makeup in my bathroom. I don't think it's a good idea to go to school like that. Someone might think we are forcing you into something." mum worried.

"Mum, it's the 21st century... If you have dark circles, everyone is just gonna assume that you're a weeb."

I heard her and dad arguing about what does weeb me and before I'd left.

* * * * *

I was late for the first period.

Don't ask me why, it just happened.

Maybe it had something to do with rubbing my tired eyes every 2 seconds, but who knows.

I entered the class and immediately all eyes were on me. Gosh, I felt like Kim Kardashian. I apologized to my literature teacher and sat next to Marie.

" No offense, but what happened to your face?" she asked.

"I decided to join a gang last night, got into a fight and this is the result..." I said sarcastically.

"Wait, like for real? Which one? There are like 3 in the neighborhood!" Wait for what?

"Chillax, I didn't sleep well so I have dark circles of the size of Canada. Does it look that bad? "

" Not at all, you just look... well, different," she answered.

"Like good different or bad different?" I teased, knowing that I look pretty miserable.

"Miss Williams, first you come late and then you don't pay attention and disturb the whole class? I thought you were better than that." Mrs. Adams said. This is my second time having literature, how can she know what am I like?

"Sorry, it won't happen again," I said, and if my eyes didn't steal the attention for themselves, everyone could see how red my cheeks were. I really hate that sometimes I can only bite back in my head...

"Well, it better not." Eh, bitchy much?

Thankfully the lesson went by quickly, and right after it ended, my bladder was about to burst.

This time I didn't meet any Barbie on my way there.

I met something else.

There were 2 girls in front of the mirror, taking photos like crazy. One of them was definitely emo. Black hair parted on the side, black lips, black shirt, black skirt and fishnet tights, and black Dr.Martens. Not gonna lie, she looked hella good. The other girl was like the opposite pole of her. She had hot pink hair, and describing her clothes would be too difficult, so I'm just gonna say, that she looked like a rainbow.

What caught my attention was her hair. Not the color, but the haircut. It looked like baby bangs, but it was too short. It reminded me of something, but I can't remember what it was... OMG, I got it.

She looked like Courtney Cox in Scream 3!

"Oh heyyyy" Rainbow said. I stopped in my tracks and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Hello?" I said back.

"It's definitely her." the Emo whispered.

Okay, but what the heeeeell. I came here to pee, not to talk to 2 creeps.

"Yeah, I think so too." Rainbow turned to Emo. Then she looked back at me.

"Do you mind taking some pics with us? You're quite popular, you know?"

"No, I actually had no idea." Why would I be popular? Don't tell me that this school works like in Mean Girls and everything that Candice aka. our own Regina George said is like Bible to these girls.

"Well, you're the talk of the town now. Since yesterday, when Candice mentioned you in her tweet." I mentally face slapped myself.

"Why is everyone so interested in her?" I asked and hoped their answer would be short, otherwise, my bladder will explode.

"Actually, that's something that nobody knows. But according to gossip, her mother studied here too, and she was just as popular as her daughter is. It's almost like they are royals, and the rest of us just has to accept it, wheater we like it or not." Wow, that's kind of hilarious.

"So, will you take a picture with us or not?" Emo spoke again. Or more like whispered again. If he needs some help with that, I could recommend her some medicines...

"Ehmm, I don't think I should. Also, I really need to pee and then I need to find my classroom, so even if I wanted to take a picture with you guys, I wouldn't be able to due to the lack of time. Sorry..."

"You could just say no," Rainbow said and shot me a glare.

"Okay."

Gosh, they looked like they wanted to take my soul just because I refused to take a photo with them...

Wait a second.

This is the first floor.

The one with the mysterious toilet.

Hmmmmm.

I suddenly forgot that I came here to pee.

I had a new goal.

I'm sure I have ADHD because it's not normal to lose focus this quickly.

Fortunately, there was no one else except or me, because Emo and Rainbow already left. The last door was the only one closed.

So here is my plan. I will just simply slide my phone under the door, take a video, and that's it. Why did nobody think of this before me?

After a couple of seconds, I found out why nobody tried it before... There was no hole under the door. There was like a millimeter of space between the door and the floor.

Hmmm.

But I refused to give up yet. I decided to climb on the seat of the toilet next to the mysterious one and try to take a photo from above. What can go wrong?

I learned that a lot can go wrong the moment my phone slipped from my hand and fell to the mysterious toilet.

I didn't hear it hit the floor.

That's suspicious.

That's weird.

Why couldn't I just listen to Mary and let this mysterious toilet booth let live its mysterious life? Now I have no other choice than open it.

For a moment I felt like Indiana Jones. The only difference was that he was saving the world and I'm just trying to save my phone.

My heart was beating so fast. Okay Aila, calm down. All it takes is to open that door. What can be there? I bet it's nothing, somebody just made up that rumor to bring some excitement into our boring lives.

So I simply opened the door.

And something did happen.

Not just something.

A huge explosión consisting of pink glitters, balloons, and powder pigment happened and exploded right at me.

I was covered in pink, from head to toes.

When I dared to open my eyes, I saw a picture of Candice on the toilet seat with ' Gotcha ' written on it. There was also a date, probably when this place was opened the last time. 29th of September, 2 years ago.

I grabbed my phone, which wasn't even cracked, thanks to all the stuff it landed on.

I couldn't show up at class like this. Not a chance.

So I decided to wait for the period to start, call dad to pick me up, and then unnoticed leave the school.

That would be perfect. But of course that my dad didn't pick up the call.

Oh fuck it, I'll just walk home and erase this whole day from history.

And when it comes to the mess I made in the bathroom, I'll just leave some anonymous note in the hall and hope that someone will notice it and clean the mess. I would clean it myself, but I had nothing on me to clean it with. Gosh, I hate leaving it like that, but I had no other choice.

I waited for the bell to ring, and when I was sure that everyone was in a classroom, I peered from the bathroom, just for sure.

"You okay?" I jumped when I heard someone talking on the opposite side of the hall and covered my mouth with my hands to prevent myself from screaming.

And here he stood.

Jake, leaning against the wall, hands crossed on his chest, smirking. His smirk dropped when he noticed that he scared me.

"Sorry, I didn't think you would react like that. So, are you okay?" he asked once again.

"Yeah. Well, kind of... I'm as okay as a person can be when covered in pink and having no one to pick them up from school," I responded.

"How did that happen?" he pointed at my clothes.

"The mysterious toilet..."

"So that' s what was hidden in there? I expected it to be something way more original,"

"Yeah, me too. What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Yeah, I should, but I wanted to talk to you then I saw you entering the bathroom so I decided to wait for you and I got a little worried when you didn't come out after a while so I waited for you to make sure that nothing happened," he explained.

"Well, something did happen!" I said a little louder than I wanted.

"Wait, I have something that might help you a little," he said as he took off his backpack and after digging in it for a while he handed me a t-shirt.

"Here."

"What should I do with it?" I asked.

"I don't know, maybe change into it, you dummy? Or if you feel comfortable in that pink shit, you don't have to," He answered, rolling his eyes.

" Why would you give me your shirt? And why do you have a spare shirt in the first place?"

"Well, it's either because pink doesn't suit you or because your shirt is dirty and you probably don't want to walk around like that. And the reason why I have it... Well, let's just say that sometimes I enjoy food too much and it ends up on me instead of in me... " he looked a little ashamed.

" Thank you."

" Don't mention that. " He said and blushed.

He blushed.

He fucking blushed and he looked adorable.

I went back to the bathroom and changed into his t-shirt. It was a little too big, but I couldn't care less. Jake was still there when I walked out of the bathroom.

" So, what are you gonna do now?" he asked.

"I'll probably just go home. I don't feel like going into class and letting everyone laugh at me..."

"Well, in this school, they won't let you go home just like that. You need to have permission from a teacher and you need to show that to the doorman. It kinda sucks." How come that I didn't even know this school has a doorman?

"Fuck."

"Yeah, exactly my words," He grinned.

"Have some paper?" Jake asked.

"Sure." I handed him a blank paper and also a pen. He sat down on the floor and wrote something on the paper. Then he handed it back to me.

"There you go." I read what was written on it.

"You falsified our math teacher's signature? Just like that?"

"Yeah, I've done it countless times. Her signature is the easiest, and she also has bad memory so she never remembers whether she wrote it or not."

"That's genius," I gaped.

"Well, kind of... Now let's go, I'll walk you to the entrance," he stated as he stood up.

"Wait, you're not going?"

"I don't know, there's no reason for me to do so... Only if you wanted me to..." He smirked.

"Of course I want you to go. I mean, we could do something more interesting than sitting at school. Hang out at the place we were yesterday for example..."

"The lair? Yeah, I guess we could. Have some more paper?" I smiled and gave him another paper and pen.

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A/N - I don't even know how I managed to make this chapter this long 😅 usually the chapter has around 1300-1400 words, but this one is a little over 2300 so I hope you enjoyed it😊 and if you did, make sure to hit the 🌟 button and comment
Stay safe ✌️

PS: I know I'm a little late (9.1.2021), but Happy New year y'all  🎇