Ginger walked with purpose into the bathroom, closing the door behind us with a slam. Right after, the study hall bell's ring echoed through the empty stalls.
"Alright," she said, turning around to face me. "What's going on?"
That's when the tears started to stream down my face. Faster and faster, they hit the ground one after another.
It was disgusting.
"Oh, honey," Ginger whispered, pulling me into a hug. "Just let it out. Let it all out."
I sniffled a few more times before I could croak, "He doesn't like me."
Ginger rubbed my back. "Oh, sweetie, we've all been through that. But let me tell you," she wiped a tear off my cheek. "Whoever he is, he is stupid. Because you, my dear, are gorgeous."
I smiled up at her, feeling a little better. I was so lucky to have a friend like Ginger
