"JAAAAAAVVVVVYYYYEEEERRRRRRRR !"
I stroll across Level 4 of my campus in a half drench outfit filled with icky yucky rotten cheerios' bit soak in some expired skim milk smelling like a total garbage bin. Everyone was staring and whispering between themselves wondering how some retarded female got stuck in a high standard university in the middle of west Hampshire.
I swear he is going to pay for every bit of this! He and is skimping huge boob girlfriend and his bunch of cicadas' guy friends. Bit of laughter rings through the corridor as I rush into the toilet. I ran into the cubicle, slam the door and use one of the hose prepared to wash of those slimy bits of coloured cereal on my shirt. The smell was revolting enough that I can't stand mimicking vomit gesture anytime the smell comes in touch with my nose.
I swear I will get him for this even if it is the last thing I do! I stomp my feet and kick the cubicle hard enough that it shakes and send impulse along the rest of the cubicle wall. If the wall was made out of polystyrene or some other cheap materials, I swear there would be a huge hole in it or the whole cubicle would have fallen apart.
"You should have seen her face dude! Damn! Those buckets of expired cow's milk we got off Wal-Mart were worth every penny it cost out of little dope Anthony's pocket!"
I froze in my step and left the water running from the hose. Am I listening to the right female tone or did they enter into the female toilet out of coincidence? This is a huge hit! I should spread these around campus. Lecturers will be ashamed and even punish them for the mistake! A grin crosses my face and I off the hose as I reach for the door knob until I heard more male voices ringing right outside my cubicle.
"What's the buzzing all about dudes?"
More unknown alpha voices got me cringing in my spot. Did I enter the wrong toilet by coincidence? My breath caught up my throat as I lean myself behind the door. I heard hand slaps between them and even laughter and giggles between them as they joke around about the day's event.
The smell of freshly burned cigarettes caught my sense and I had to hold back my urge to cough. Due to my allergies towards smoke, any form of smoke, be it normal burning incense could get me wheezing and coughing my hearts out.
I silently lift the cover of the toilet bowl and step on it just to hide any veiling shadows that might attract them to doubt a spy. I sat there closing my mouth with my T-shirt although the foul smell was nauseating enough.
"Hey! Did anyone check the toilet cubicle just in case there are eaves droppers around?"
"Not really. Haven't place a thought about finding Anthony in any of the cubicle. That guy pees in his pants for god sakes!"
I heard someone kick the door of one of the cubicle. My heart race a mile and I got panic. I lift the latch and hold on to the hook at the back of the door. The cubicle next to mine was kick and strong impulse shake my cubicle and I know it's my turn next.
A gentle push and the door open with me hanging on to the hook praying that it does not break. I was holding my breath due to the intense atmosphere.
"BANG!"
I heard footsteps passing through my cubicle and people whispering and laughing.
"Look who do we have here? If it isn't brother?"
I gasped so hard that I almost choke and cough at the same time. My brother…
"How's cheerleading practice kiddo? Found your feminine side yet?"
"Leave me alone jerks!"
I heard rustle of cloth and shrieks of pain. Course of laughter broke out between them and teasing continued. My heart ache to know that my brother was treated in such a way thanks to my influence.
"Leave him alone, he is not worth teasing over…"
"Just because you can't get her 'heart' Javyer does not mean you can hurt her. You will earn her hatred and I will make sure it last till the end!"
The main toilet door was shut with a loud bang as they broke out in silence.
"Wow, he is intimidating…"
"Leave…."
"But Jay!"
"I said leave now!"
Bustle and rustle of clothes and footsteps got me to sigh loudly. They have finally left. The toilet fell silent and I got off the hook and pull my shirt down. I opened the door confidently and walk out halfway looking at the mirror and flaunt my curve until…
"Spying in the male's toilet my dear? I thought you got a way better idea of revenge towards your husband"
I stop in my step and froze. How can these happen? Why him out of every other man? I turn slowly to face the man that had got me drench in disgusting outdated product just to catch him leaning by the wall with his hands cross.
"I wouldn't have end up in this state if you would have just feed me with milk and cheerio's for breakfast…JAVYER!" as sarcastic as it was, he literally laugh at my reply.
"If I did not come up with those tricks I would not be enjoying the sight of your sports attire under those divine transparent outfits can I?"
I look down just to catch a glimpse of my black and orange sports bra visible through my white long formal attire. Although it's true that I am blushing however, the sight of him in front of me got me so piss of!
"Just get a life. Stop picking on my brother or I swear the rest of your academic life is a living hell Javyer."
I walk out of the toilet. With confidence stride I pull my shirt out of my pants and unbutton the top. Sometimes sacrifices are made just for some extra gigs.
"CLARE! CLARE!"
I turn in time to catch Jocelyn and Rudy running down the stairs with an open file in their hands. Panic shown across their face got me slightly worried.
"We can't manage to balance the account!"
"Students in the club refuse to accept new members!"
"You got documents to sign for the upcoming dance festival!"
"Miley does not want to corporate for the upcoming Gala performance!"
I look at them and showed my hand to stop them from talking any further. I showed my hand towards Rudy and she hand me the file hesitantly.
"Rephrase back the problems; Make it clear on those which are more important…"
As she rephrased the dilemma that our club was facing, I was busy keying in information in the accounts book. Whispered can be heard across the room from where I am standing.
"Isn't that Clare? The girl that was in the dumbest class back in High school?"
"Are you sure? I don't think so. That girl back then was pretty useless. By the way she lacks feminine figure not that woman over there"
They broke into fits of laughter before heading off elsewhere. I gave out a huge sigh as I completed the last of my club accounting data.
The Clare before is different than the Clare now. I am not that dumb useless girl that chased after the guy that I like for nearly 3 years, got rejected and embarrassed along the way, bad assumption and blame was severely pointed at me and my stupidity was my best personality of all.
The Clare now is a college 3rd year student studying in Business Foundation and a wife to the man I love from my high school years. The Clare now, holds a huge secret that others crave to know…