I could hear his footsteps getting closer to us! I started panicking when Harry pulled Mr Warren back inside the bathroom and threw him inside the stall where Jerome was about the enter and closed the door.

"You ni—"
"Not the N-word!" Harry pressed his hand over his mouth and pulled him inside the stall and closed the door.
"ARE YOU DONE?" Mr Dickson entered the bathroom. I stood still.
WE BARELY MADE IT! OH MY GOD!

"Sir, I'm left with just a little" I said.
"The school gates will close at six, that is fifteen minutes from now. Make sure to pack up everything till then, I'll come and check on you again," Mr Dickson said and left the bathroom.

Harry rushed out of the stall and looked at me.
"We need to be fast,"
"HEY! YOU BROKE THE FLUSH!" Jerome said as he looked at the flush Harry broke when he pushed Jerome to a corner on the stall. They were to maintain a hetero distance. Harry was a straight, white alpha male after all.

"NOW WHAT?!" I pulled my hair.
"Just let him be," Harry said.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Jerome shouted.
"I'm asking about the toilet," I said.
"WHAT THE FUCK AGAIN?"

"Let's just clean this stuff and get out," Harry said, "You'll get an empty stall too. Just wait." Out of the three stalls, one had a broken flush, the other was occupied by Mr Warren and the third one had all the toiletries kept at it's door.
"WHAT ABOUT MR WARREN?" I asked.

"We'll leave him there,"
"WHAT AFTER HE WAKES UP?"
"He'll just think that he slept while pooping and just drop the case"
"Yes, pooping with his pants on." I was being sarcastic.
"You're right, remove his pants!"

"Aw hell naw!"
"Kate, I'm doing this for you,"
"NO!"
"But I—"
"GUYS! DO WHATEVER BUT HURRY UP!" Jerome shouted.
I looked at Harry, "Rock paper scissor decides who does that shit,"
"Deal,"

Guys,
I'm an idiot.
I know I suck at that game then why did I suggest it?

"Rock paper scissor!" I lost, "Do I really have to do it?"
"DO IT FOR MY POOP!" Jerome clenched his eyes while standing in a corner.
"That's not very motivational,"
"It's okay, bro. We got your back,"
"Thanks Harry,"

I believed in myself. I slowly moved my hands towards Mr Warren's belt, "Guys, I can't do this!"
"DO IT! Be a man!" Jerome shouted.
"Yes!" Harry accompanied him.
"YOU'RE JUST REMOVING HIS PANTS!"
"Yes!"
"IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'RE ASKED TO SUCK HIS DICK!"
"Yes—" Harry turned towards Jerome, "STOP WATCHING GAY PORN!"
"I'M NOT!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

They both shouted and I was calm with all that shouting behind me. I undid his belt. My heart was beating in my head. I am Kate Roberts. I am a boy—A high school freshman at a prestigious private high school and WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING TO MYSELF?! My hands were trembling and I closed my eyes. I pulled his pants with so much force, he fell of off the toilet seat and I had his pants in my hand. I threw his pants on him and quickly closed the door, "I DID IT!"
"YES MY MAN!"
Harry and I celebrated.

"What about his underwear?" Jerome interrupted our happiness, "You don't poop with your underwear on—"
"NO!" Harry and I shouted. We were not doing it! No way in hell.
"WAIT BUT—IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? HOW CAN SOMEONE EVER FALL ASLEEP WHILE POOPING?!" My brain had lit up late like always.

"Once. Only once it happened." Jerome said. We said nothing.
"Let's just clean and get outta here!" Harry picked up the bathroom cleaner bottle and I picked up the mop.
"I'm cleaning the toilets, you clean the stalls. We have to finish this within the next ten minutes,"
"ON IT!" We both were busy with our work while Jerome just stood at one place while clenching his eyes and holding his hips.

I was done with the last stall and Jerome rushed towards it. He pushed me aside and I accidentally dropped the toilet paper roll inside the toilet. He turned back, "Bruh,"
"IT'S YOUR FAULT!"
"What happened now?" Harry came to us. He was done with cleaning the toilets.
"Look what this ni—"
"Not the N-word, Jerome,"

"Now what, bro?" Jerome looked at Harry.
"Let's flush it," I suggested.
"Erm, I don't think it's the best idea," You should listen to brunettes among a crowd. Trust me, they are smartest ones out there. But I realised this after that day.

I flushed but something worse happened. The toilet paper roll got stuck in between the toilet's main hole and the outer hole. I flushed and flushed but it didn't work.
"Bro, just put your hand inside and pull it out!" Jerome suggested.
"EW! GROSS!" I wasn't doing that!
"Then hit it with something so that it goes inside," Harry said. He is so smart, he makes me question myself as a fellow human.

"GOOD IDEA!" I said. Then I took the wiper and held it like the sword of the god of some sort. I tapped the toilet paper roll with the wiper's stick and I realized that something far worse had happened. I turned towards Harry, "The wiper's stuck in there too, sir,"

"WHAT?!" Harry was so surprised as if I had done some wizardry out there. He obviously wasn't used to blondes. Oh wait, he actually is. Brandon Johnson.
"WAIT—LET'S TRY FLUSHING AGAIN!" I said. But the wiper was blocking the flush openings and so as soon as I flushed, the unimaginable happened!

THE FLUSH STARTED BUT DIDN'T STOP!
"Wow, I did not see that coming," Harry was being sarcastic.
"But I can see whats's coming!" Jerome grabbed his ass and clenched his eyes, "It's killing me, homies!"

Honestly, the situations you put yourself into Kate. Where am I taking this story?

The volume of the toilet paper was increasing as it slowly started unwrapping which blocked the main hole completely. The seat soon started filling like a cup as water couldn't seep in anymore.
"What a mess!"
"Oh, I couldn't tell otherwise," Harry said.
"Harry! Help me!"

Harry quickly covered the lid on the toilet seat and placed everything he could on the lid so that the water pressure couldn't open it. He closed the door of the stall and we stood outside.
"Now what?"
"I don't know, man. I'm outta here," Harry picked up his bag.

"So, basically you're just running away and leaving Mr warren here all by himself?" I asked.
"I CAN'T EVEN RUN!" Jerome shouted in the background.
"Who cares at this point?" Harry said.
"Warren's gonna wake up and be like, "I started a flash flood while pooping?"" Jerome cracked a joke.
"You focus on your poop,"
"YES!"

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" Mr Dickson stood at the door, "Why are you here?" He asked Harry.
"I just came here to use the bathroom. I was on detention," Harry said.
"Okay, Kate Roberts! Are you done with the cleaning?" Mr Dickson asked.
"YES SIR!" I said.

"Oh? Lemme see what you've done," Mr Dickson entered the bathroom.
"OH! THE BATHROOM IS REALLY SPARKING! Good work!" He said. Harry was still standing there beside me to give me emotional support. Jerome just crossed his feet and stood beside the wall.
"Why is a fourth year here?" Mr Dickson asked him.
"Sir, many personal reasons,"

"Like what?"
"It's a long story but I gotta take a shit!"
"Then go take one?"
"The flush is broken—"
"Take in the second one,"
"No, that's not good either." It is the one where we fucked up the toilet seat.

"And the third one?"
"That is just—"
"You know, I need to use the bathroom too," Mr Dickson held the door of the stall in which Mr Warren was lying.

IF HE FINDS MR WARREN, WE'LL BE AS GOOD AS DEAD! He slowly opened the door but suddenly Harry walked to him and said, "Sir, I need to use the bathroom too!"

"But you just used it, didn't you?" Mr Dickson asked.
"Yeah, but... I was not satisfied with just once" Harry said "I want a round two—"
I want a friend like Harry, he is awesome in any situation!

"Huh. Go home, this isn't sex where you'll have round after round,"
THIS IS STUDENT HARASSMENT!
"What's the difference, you use your asshole in both,"
WHAT THE FUCK? NO HARRY!

"...In that case, use the other one," Mr Dickson was one stubborn dick.
"I like this one!" Harry said, "This one is the most comfortable. I've used this since I was in grade school," 

"You came here to shit when you were attending grade school?" Mr Dickson asked.
"My brother used to come here and I followed him along," Harry said.
"You have an elder brother here?" Mr Dickson asked.
"Yes," Harry smiled.

"What's his name?"
"Louise Louverne"
"You think I believe you?"
"Most relationships are built on trust?"

"Have you hidden something in there? Like a porn magazine or tissue papers?"
"He said he wants to shit, not masturbate, sir," I defended Harry.
"You are teen boys. I don't trust you!" He pushed Harry aside. He moved his hand towards the door when Harry held his hand "NO SIR, YOU CAN'T!"

"GET AWAY! LET ME SEE!" Mr Dickson shouted.
"NO SIR!" Harry and I shouted together. While we three were struggling with the door knob, I could sense approaching death. So, my mind modified itself in the most weirdest way anyone could have ever imagined. Everything muted and turned into slow motion.

"GET LOST!" Mr. Dickson shouted(in slow motion)
"NO!" Harry and I shouted (in slow motion)
But Mr Dickson was stronger. He pushed us away (in slow motion), we both landed on the bathroom floor (in slow motion) and he opened the stall door (in slow motion)

Finally, as the door opened, I saw a bright white light emerging from the other stall. I said my prayers and looked at Harry, he looked at me and shouted "RUN!" (In slow motion) I was suddenly back to my senses and everything acquired their normal pace and I heard a huge blast from the other stall.

I was hallucinating!

That bright white light was actually TOILET WATER that finally exploded from the lid. The door of the stall broke and the water rushed out of the stall with many toilet cleaner bottles, a toilet cleaner brush, a wiper and a chainsaw swimming across the water. MAN! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT TO WATCH—A chainsaw dancing in toilet water!

It all landed on Mr Dickson and Jerome. Mr Warren was half submerged in it. Harry and I were barely saved. Only the tip of our jeans was dirty with that water as we had come to safety outside the bathroom. When we went inside the bathroom, it smelled awful. 
"Jerome!" Harry shouted.
"I'm sorry, guys." He covered his face with his palms, "I may or may not have pooped"

I was literally gonna puke at first but after finding out that Mr Dickson had fainted too—I was tranquilized. After that, both Harry and I stuffed Mr Dickson in the same stall as Mr Warren and decided to pretend that this evening never happened in our lives. It was better this way. I even decided to leave everything and run away maybe to some other country. I was fine with any country as long as they served bacon there! 
Yeah right, as if mom would let me.

But now, we have cameras in the boys bathroom.
Hey guys, ever heard of
pRIvacY?

-To be continued

Harrison Louverne
All I Want Is You Baby