The bathroom door swung open and I heard the clicking of boots. Susan’s boots.
“Nicole? You in here?” All of a sudden my stall swung open to an excited Susan.
“There you are!”
“Hi.” I said quietly, sadly.
“Guess what?”
“What?” I knew what was coming and I didn’t want to hear it.
“Ryan asked me out!”
“Yay,” I said as I stuffed myself back into the stall.
“What’s wrong?” asked Susan. Wow. She was an idiot sometimes.
“Can’t you tell? IT’S PRETTY OBVIOUS !”
“Oh, Ryan’s cheating on you?” Her eyes got wider.
“NO YOU MORON ! HE BROKE UP WITH ME !”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I understand why your so grouchy. I won’t get mad,”.
“GROUCHY?” I always took my feelings out on Susan. I felt bad. For her. And myself, too.
“What should I wear?” asked Susan. I glared at her.