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"Shit." my girlfriend Tara mumbles, anxiously pulling her skirt over her knees. "What's wrong, Jonesy?" I ask. Tara doesn't tell me, she just puts her hand up and asks to go to the bathroom. I really hope she's ok, I think, as she leaves the room. After a minute or two, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I sneakily take it out to check, and my suspicions are correct. It's Tara.
Tara Jones: DARCY HELP
Tara Jones: CODE RED!!! 🩸🩸
Tara Jones: pls come to the girls' bathrooms (the ones nearest to our classroom)
Tara Jones: bring ur toiletries (I don't have any)
This is when I take my turn of mumbling "Shit.". I ask the teacher if I can go to the toilet, and she says yes. I run out of the room, to my locker. I grab my toiletries bag, then head to the girls' bathrooms. I hear a soft crying noise, which I can already tell is Tara. "Jonesy? You ok?" I ask, standing right in front of the cubicle I think she's in. She opens the door and screams when she sees me, not knowing I am right in front of her. Small tears are still making their way down her cheeks, but she makes an effort to wipe them away. She doesn't let me see her cry very much. I just stand there and put my toiletries bag out for her. "Darcy, you're an absolute lifesaver!" she says, graciously taking the toiletries bag from me, then she steps back into the cubicle and locks the door. I impatiently wait a few minutes, saying "you done yet?" a few times. "Nearly!" Tara yells back. She eventually comes back out after what felt like an eternity of waiting, and she hands me back the toiletries bag and washes her hands. "Thank you so much!" she says, giving me a hug. "Eww, your hands are wet!" I exclaim in mock disgust. "Oh, shut up!" Tara snaps, breaking the hug to put a hand on the side of her stomach. "Cramps?" I ask. "Cramps." Tara repeats. "Awww, how can I make it better?" I ask. Tara looks at me like she's going to start crying again. "I hate being on my period. It's so embarrassing, especially when you have a code red." she groans. "I know. If it makes you feel any better, I don't think you leaked too much, there wasn't any stains on the chair. You know what? I'll come 'round to your place after school today and maybe we can watch a movie or something. I know that always makes you feel better." I suggest. "Maybe... but your mum probably won't let you." Tara says. "Who cares about my mum? You're more important than my mum." I reply with a smile. "God, I love you so much." Tara says, smiling back at me, although the tears begin to fall again. "Love ya too, Jonesy!" I exclaim. Then Elle comes in. "Sorry to disturb your very cute love, but miss asked me to go and find you guys and tell you that you need to come back to class." she says, prompting me to groan and Tara to giggle slightly. "Well, come on, Darcy, we can't keep her waiting any longer, can we?" Tara says, grabbing my hand.