Sense Part Two (installment #16)

Sense: Part II (Working title)
Sense Installment # 16 (continued from March 19th)

I have no time to think, everyone is loud and talking and asking questions as though Harry makes all the rules. I hear “What? How come? Why can’t we all watch?” Hormones pour out, wanting to know, but too chicken to try it. They want to watch and learn first.

I don’t even look at Pete. I am so nervous I fart. Better out here than in the bathroom I think to myself. Everyone blames Louca as always and he swears it wasn’t him.

I yell, “Louca, dude, your ass is stinky.”

He claims innocence. I want to cajole the others into teasing him about his smelly bodily excretions and have him fart on queue, which he does. We usually take a lighter and hold it close to his jean-covered cheeks. He farts and we see a little blast of flame emerge. We get a kick out of it, but right now there are more important things, like being locked in a bathroom with Peter. I am not anxious anymore like I thought I’d be; not after the blameless fart. I am actually feeling a little cocky. I kissed George and it was good, I was good. Now I feel like Pete is going to be one lucky guy because I know what I am doing. We walk into the bathroom and the door is closed behind us. Ellena is standing by the door and so is everyone else. The light is on, the toilet seat down. I place my knee on the seat, my hands on my hips.

He is standing by the sink. I think about how anticlimactic this really is; how I imagined us tearing each others’ clothes off before the door even closed. He smiles at me, a look of nervous affection spreads over his face. He presses his lips together, his eyebrows slightly raised he asks,

“So, what do we do in here?” he expects an answer.

I shrug, “Whatever,” a profound reply.