Stella

"Briiittneeeyy, I came to fiind yooouu." Rebecca's voice echoed in the hallway.
"Dang," Brittney said. "Nathaniel, my arm. I accidentally cut myself when I was holding a pocket knife for you," She showed her bloody wrist to him, the extra pocket knife was on the ground. "Do you have anything? She can't find out about this."
"Who? Your prep of a friend that's calling for you?"
"Yeah. My arm, m'dear. The blood."
Nathaniel gave her his sweater to wear over it. They agreed to wash it up later. Brittney tried to walk over as casually as possible, if you could with a bleeding wrist.They did their little handshake thing, then began to talk about random things. Nathaniel sent Brittney a text.
'I'LL BE IN THE BATHROOM, WASHING UP. TXT IF U NEED HELP WITH UR CONVO.'
'SURE THING, M'DEAR. PREPPY SHULD BE RAPPIN THIS UP SOON.'
'GRT. I THOUGHT U DIDN'T LIKE PREPS.'
'I DON'T. DO U WANT ME 2 WAIT 4 U OUTSIDE THE BATHROOM."
'YEAH. THAT WULD BE COOL.'
'KK.'
"Who was that texting you?" Rebecca asked.
"Oh...just Nathaniel."
"What does he want?"
"Umm...nothing. Just...uh...checking up with me. That's all."
"Awww...how sweet! He so sweet!"
"Heh, heh, yeah. That's what I said, too-I mean, as well."
"Okay then. Sorry,I gotta go. You know, the folks. Bye." Rebecca replied.
"Bye, kid." Brittney waved. She ran to the door of the restroom labeled MENS. As soon as she approached, Nathaniel opened the door. Brittney told him about her conversation with Rebecca, and they observed her cut.
"Yeah. I know how to fix it up. But we would have to go into the restroom."
"I'm okay with going into the guy bathroom." Brittney stared at him. His cheeks turned slightly pink and he looked back.
"Umm...okay then. We'll fix you in there." He held her hand, and proceded inside. The men looked at her walking in. Standing at the urinals, washing their hands, waiting for the stalls to open. They all stared. Brittney (and Nathaniel as well) both kept their heads down. They walked toward the sinks. He fished inside his pocket, and pulled out a pair of tweezers.
"Okay, first, lets see if anything got into the cu-"
"Hey! You there! Emo kid! Why don't you guys stop pulling your skin off with tweezers, and jump off the building with the rest of 'em!" A stout, middle-aged man snarled. Everyone laughed at his mean joke. "And while you leap, make sure to write me a poem about how much life stinks!" He howled with laughter.
"We're not going to jump off The Empire State Building. And I'm fixing her cut. Get some glasses, fatty," He had no expression on his face, and he turned to look in the cut. "Luckily, everything looks right. It's just not scabbing over."
"Hey, kid! At least I'm being nicer to you than I am to most people."
Brittney gritted her teeth. "Hold on, Nathaniel. You son of a-" She leaped on him.
"Get off of me, animal!" The man threw her off his back. She slammed against an occupied stall, and slid down to the floor slowly. She ached everywhere. But she got up, slowly and shakily. When she stood up, a man grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to the wall.
"A pretty girl like you shouldn't fight him. He will only hurt you," He smiled. "I won't hurt you."
"Let go of her!!" Nathaniel yelled. He slowly turned, his smile turned into a scowl.
"What are you going to do about it?" His arm barrier was gone, so Brittney slid down and crawled over to Nathaniel.
Nathaniel got so mad, he walked slowly toward him. He tightened his jaw, then gave the man a straight up uppercut. "I'll do that." The man crumpled to the floor. Nathaniel grabbed Brittney's hand, and they left the men's bathroom.