After the stall door was fixed, Zach quickly reclaimed the throne of the handicapped bathroom stall. It was to bathroom stalls what Russia was to Asia: the most spacious bathroom in the school, a six by six cube of heavenly solitude.
In fact, the bathrooms were the perfect place to eat lunch. They were sparsely populated after the first five minutes of lunch, and smelled of air freshener.
Zach had even gained the skill of telling students apart by their shoes. Who could boast THAT? No one! On the other hand, no one really spent lunch in a bathroom stall.
Zach leaned against the smooth stall wall, mulling over the events of the last few days.
In the weeks that had passed since that incident, he had avoided Gentry because he didn’t know how to thank him. Gentry didn’t have to help him, but the fact that he had couldn’t help but fill Zach with joy. But now…
Was he supposed to be casual about it, as if he had expected it from him?
Was he supposed to swoon over him like a hormonal schoolgirl?
Was he supposed to ignore it? This was confusing.
“HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO BE IN THE BATHROOM?!”
Zach froze and clenched his teeth, deciding to ignore the obnoxious freshman.
The vile boy pushed his vision into the crack of the door,“HEY! I can see you! ARE YOU SMOKING POT?”
“No,” Zach retorted bitterly,“But when I see you, I have the urge to.”
“The urge to smoke pot. Maybe with your remains in it, you fucking cunt.”
The freshman made a face and huddled away,“You can’t do that.”
“Watch me. And I’ll kill your mother too, because she gave birth to you.”
The boy left the bathroom with a quizzical expression on his face.
“If you’re so tough, why are you hiding in a bathroom stall?”
Zach sheepishly recognized Gentry’s voice.
“Because I can.”
Gentry started to wash his hands,“Good luck with that.”