title/prompt: sink
summary: kristy see's bart at a party
Kristy nearly stumbled as she ran toward the bathroom. Where she thought the bathroom might be. Dammit, Abby. You planned this all along. Call me one little name, get me to drink one beer, and now I'm...
Drunk. Kristy hated to be drunk. She hated not feeling in control of herself.
She barged through the bathroom door, threw it shut, and locked it. Leaning against the sink, she looked at herself in the mirror. Sweaty, ponytail falling. Eyes red. Filling with tears...
She took a deep breath, not wanting to cry. She gripped the sides of the sink harder.
Bart. Stupid Bart. Why was it always Bart? For three years now, she had tried to stay away, not wanting to go back to him again and again, like Mary Anne did with Logan. Yet He would end up texting, calling, ringing her doorbell, leaving a message on Twitter. Once he even cut her off with his BMW while she crossed McLelland road. Always innocent at first, just wanting to talk, buy her a cup of coffee, grab a slice of pizza. And every time, every single time, Kristy would do it, and end up making out with him. Or worse...
She never told her friends about her and Bart's "meetings." She had spent so much time lecturing Mary Anne about going back to Logan.
Kristy looked down at her white knuckles. Such a hypocrite.
Bart was here tonight. Why wouldn't he be? Abby had invited her to a Stoneybrook Day party she was attending with her twin. Of course Bart was here. But when Kristy saw him for the first time, just moments ago, he's had what looked like a Freshman pushed up against the wall in the dark hallway. She'd passed them on the way to the bathroom. Not sure if she'd been seen, she'd run. Not because he was with another girl, but because he had his hand up her shirt. The source of the fight, every single time. Bart would argue that they needed to take things to another level. Kristy simply could not do it. Bart would get mad and leave. They were not in a relationship. They weren't.
She looked at herself again, still gripping the sink, hating the tear that was rolling down her cheek. Hypocrite. You're going to be mad that the guy you drive away every time and isn't your boyfriend is feeling some little girl up? Get a grip, Kristy.
Taking a deep breath, she released the sink, almost expecting to see indentations in the porcelain. She turned on the cold water, splashed her face. She dried herself with toilet paper. Lord knows where the hand towels had been tonight. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time and chuckled, opening the door.
"Fly's down, Taylor." She called loudly as she passed him in the hall.