"I’ve got a stomachache. Need to use the bathroom," I said, trying to play it cool.
She frowned. "Why not use the one in the teaching building?"
"It’s... loud diarrhea. Super embarrassing," I muttered.
She didn’t look convinced, but I didn’t wait for a reply. I made a beeline for the dorm, with her trailing behind like always. I didn’t even get a chance to grab a tampon.
With no other option, I ran straight into the bathroom.
I sat down in the stall, but something felt off. I glanced at the door, it was supposed to be locked, but it had opened just a crack.
And there she was. Yolanda’s eyes, sharp and suspicious, were peeking right through.
I nearly jumped. "Yolanda! What are you doing?"
She pushed the door open a bit more. "It wasn’t shut properly. I was worried something might’ve happened to you."
"I’m literally just using the toilet. What could possibly happen? Can you close the door, please? It’s weird having someone stare at me," I asked.
But instead of stepping back, she leaned half her body into the stall. "Trixie, you’re not… on your period, are you?"
I kept my cool. "I haven’t had it in almost eight months. Didn’t we agree to go for a check-up after finals?"