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After checking the hallway, Cody carefully snuck out into the aisle, trying to sneak to the confessional. If Sierra saw him, he would never be able to get out of her grasp and would be covered in lip gloss. That disgusting lip gloss. He hated it. It was sticky, and smelled like Sierra. He's scrubbed his face raw numerous times trying to get that god awful stuff off.
Cody silently turned the handle to the bathroom/confessional, letting out a relieved sigh once inside. Sitting down on the closed toilet seat, he turned to the camera. Making sure to whisper as to not wake anybody up, he started speaking.
"Why can't she just leave me alone?" He asked to noone in particular, looking at his feet. "She's so... overwhelming. I don't even know how to describe it. I've told her so many times that I don't like her. And it's not because she's not pretty or something, she's beautiful."
"Listen, I know Sierra has a crush on me or whatever, I'm not clueless-and I'm flattered, truly- but... why does she have to like me?"
Cody confessed, looking into the confessional camera as if it would respond. He curled into a ball, resting his head on his knees. He ran his hand through his hair before continuing, "I just-..." He paused for a few moments to gather his thoughts.
"I can't stand her touching me." He finally spoke, trying to ignore the tears welling in his eyes. He wouldn't let them fall. He can't. "She's just a girl, I don't know why I'm so scared of her. Not that women are weak or can't be scary or something!" He corrected, "She just has a small crush. It'll pass... right? W-what if it doesn't? She... she wouldn't follow me after the show, right?" He started panicking a bit, 'She's gonna follow me, isn't she? She's gonna find me eventually. What if she finds my house? What will she do to me? I can't imagine how much she's been holding back on camera, even after I say I don't want her, I don't want her kisses or touches that go slightly too far. Wait. I-if she's willing to do small touches on camera, h-how much will she do if we're alone-'
His spiraling thoughts are interrupted by a slightly aggressive knock on the door, 'She's here, she found me, shit, shit, shit-'
"Hello? Who's in there? Get the hell out." He recognized the sharp voice. It's just Heather. Thank god. He got up, finally realizing the tears streaking down his face. He wiped them quickly, holding back a sob.
"Oh, uh, sorry Heather! I got distracted! I'll be out in a minute." He said, sniffling. Pushing down his stupid thoughts and feelings, Sierra is just a girl, after all. He hesitantly unlocked the door, quickly making eye contact with the taller female.
"What in God's name were you doing in there? I've been waiting for, like, thirty minutes!" She exclaimed.
Thirty minutes? "Really? Uh, sorry. I guess I didn't realize." He mumbled, still holding back the dam of tears that threatened to break.
"Were you... nevermind. Just leave, I don't have time for you tonight." She said, going inside the bathroom and slamming the door behind her. He flinched slightly at the noise.
And if he slept in a broom closet that night, nobody had to know.