It's the middle of fifth hour and I'm walking to the bathroom. I hate the bathroom. I always feel... Off, like I shouldn't be in there. I don't understand it. I lock myself in a stall. Tears form in my eyes as the uncomfortable feeling overwhelms me. As soon as I finish, I wash my hands and quickly leave.
"Jess?" I turned to see Spencer.
"Oh my god, Jess, what happened?" he came closer to me.
"I don't know, I hate the bathroom," I said through small sobs.
"Why? What happens in the bathroom?" he asked.
"I just get so uncomfortable, I don't know what's wrong with me, I feel like I'm not supposed to be in there," I cried.
"But it's the girl's bathroom," he said, failing to understand. I'm failing to understand too.
"I know, I don't know what's wrong with me," I repeated.
"There's nothing wrong with you, Jess," he said, pulling me to his chest as he hugged me tight. I wrapped my arms around his torso and hid my face in his stomach.
"It's gonna be okay, I know we just met today, but I'm here for you," he reassured.
