“Lexi?” Jenna asked. She was vaguely aware her friend had been talking but couldn’t tell you what about. Everything washed away—no sound, sight or smell penetrated, other than the ugly words on her screen and the buzzing in her brain. “Lex?”
Jenna called a couple of times more before she finally stumbled from the stall.
In the bathroom, she met Jenna's concerned eyes.
"What's happened? What's wrong?" Jenna asked.
"I—I can't do this," Lexi mumbled to herself. She shook her head, backed back into the cubicle, and sat on the toilet seat.
She felt a hand on her knee and looked up to see Jenna's wide eyes, full of questions.
After a long and shaky sigh, Lexi explained the situation to her friend. The girls face morphed from concerned to shocked as the story continued.
"Oh, sweet
