That Monday, September 17, Michael and I both had gym. He came up behind me at my locker right before going to gym and whispered in my ear, "You, me, the boys locker room, 1:15.."

I turned to face him, "But that's when gym starts."

"Exactly," he smirked and walked away. I smirked back, making my way there.

I snuck into the boys locker room after I knew every guy was out of it. Mr. Johns didn't notice. I would get in serious trouble if I was found in the boys locker room. But Michael chose for us to meet there since he would've gotten in even more trouble for being in the girls locker room. That had happened before with one of the guys accidentally going in there.

Immediately after arriving, Michael began to strip my clothes. I was in my bra and underwear when I heard footsteps. I ran into the showers, not knowing who it was. I didn't take my clothes with me, though.

"Michael!" I heard Mr. Johns yell.

"Dammit," I silently cursed to myself.

"Hey Mr. Johns.." Michael sounded nervous.

"Hello Mr. Clifford. Is there a reason you're not joining us in gym?"

"I couldn't find my gym clothes. I left them here last week, but I can't find them now."

"Well, you could use these clothes here. It looks like what Miss Edwards was wearing today, but you can wear that for gym. Maybe you could ask her for her bra, and you can wear that too." I couldn't help but silently laugh at the clever way he busted him. I guess he knew I was there, too.

"Now, Miss Edwards," the words I was dreading came out of his mouth, "could you come here, please?"

I slowly walked out, trying my best to cover my body that was half-naked from the male teacher.

"I would like if you got your clothes on, preferably your gym clothes, and joined us here in a minute, alright?" He smiled, walking out.

"I'm sorry," I mouthed to Michael as Mr. Johns left.

"It's okay. But two o'clock in the girl's bathroom, got it?"

I nodded as I gathered my clothes and put them in my gym bag, taking out my gym clothes and putting them on.

We made our way out to gym class after Michael got his gym clothes on too. Mr. Johns didn't seem to be too happy with us.

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Later, at the beginning of period eight, our English teacher, Mrs. Heath, reminded us about a few rules. She told us one that made it really interesting.

"A few kids haven't understood this lately, so I will say it again. Only one boy, and only one girl going to the washroom at a time. I can't sent four girls at the same time, or that will be too long of a wait in the toilets. You could be waiting here and still learning." She looked around, "Does everyone understand?"

We all said in a monotone, "Yes, Mrs. Heath."

"Good," she smiled, beginning to teach.

At around two, I nodded at Michael. He raised his hand. Once Mrs. Heath called on him, he asked to go to the toilet.

"Fill out your hall pass and I'll sign it. Then you can go," she told him, "and since Mr. Clifford has already interrupted our class, would anyone else need to go to the toilet?" She asked, obviously annoyed with Michael for interrupting. I raised my hand, and she let me go.

I made my way to the girl's washroom, and Michael the same. This wasn't the first time he'd been in the girl's toilets. We'd done this plenty of times.

"Maybe this time, we won't be interrupted," he told me, making his way into the larger stall and motioning for me to do the same.

After only a few minutes in the stall, which is what it always had to be, Michael left and I stayed just a minute longer. We didn't want Mrs. Heath to be too suspicious.

I approached the classroom again and walked in. Mrs. Heath gave me a nasty look. She looked at the clock and back at me. I gave her an apologetic look and took my seat.

I smirked at Michael as I sat down. My other friend Sam, who also sat beside me, gave me a weird look. She knew there was something going on.

"You.. Michael...?" She wrote on a piece of paper and handed it to me since we weren't allowed to talk at the moment.

"Hard 2 explain" I wrote on the back and returned it.

"Friends with benefits???" was written on a separate piece.

"Haha yeah, FWB.." I wrote back. She nodded slightly and crumpled the papers, sliding them into the back pocket of her skinny jeans.

"Say nothing!!!" I wrote on a little slip of paper and pushing it under her arm. She grabbed it, reading it, and nodded.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. The kid behind me shoved something into my hand. "B" was written on it. I opened it up.

"Round 2 at my house?? 3:45?? -MGC" was perfectly scribbled on the paper.

I turned towards him, in the row beside me and two seats back. I smiled, giving him the answer he wanted.

Some might say our friendship was different, strange in a way. Michael was always there for me, and I for him. But, hey, that's what friends (with benefits) do, right? We just do it differently, but different is sometimes great.