Page 66 of Puck with Karma
I can’t believe I am having this argument through the bathroom door with a man who I’ve known for a mere week.
“Yeah, I’m the asshole here,” he comments. “What did I even do?”
“You just jumped to conclusions!” I don’t care if he likes me calling him out or not. “You’re just assuming a whole bunch of things that are not true! And I am stuck in this freakin’ bathroom!”
I pull on the door one more time, but when nothing happens, I slap a hand against it, making it rattle from the force.
“Why are you stuck in the bathroom?” Xander finally sounds like he’s catching on that there’s something more to the story of me not walking out of here.
“The lock is stuck,” I yell again. “That’s what I was trying to tell you! But you’re over there busy coming up with crazy scenarios in your head!”
“The lock is stuck?” He sounds incredulous now. I hear him trying to turn the knob, but it is obviously not budging.
“Isn’t that what I just said?”
I sound bitchy, but seriously, I am so annoyed with him right now.
“Can you try the little lock on it?”
I roll my eyes toward the ceiling. “How did I not think of that on my own, Xander?”
“I don’t know,” he deadpans. “How didn’t you?”
My head is about to explode. Between all this talk about Brandon and now this door situation, I am ready to go nuclear. And I don’t have anyone to go nuclear on since I am all alone in the bathroom.
“Can you just call the building manager?” I try to sound calm, however, I am anything but. “I have my hair appointment, and I don’t want to miss it.”
There’s some movement from the other side. I stick my ear against the door, trying to figure out what he’s doing out there.
“Move out of the way,” he calls to me.
I look around me in confusion.
“What way?”
“Don’t be right by the door,” he clarifies. “Maybe go stand in the shower.”
“Why would I stand in the shower?”
He sighs. “Just do it, Abigail.”
I roll my eyes again but do as I’m told.
“You ready?” he yells from the other side, sounding like he is across the hallway now, in my bedroom.
“Ready for what?” I yell back.
There’s a whooshing sound, followed by a loud boom, that is followed by the bathroom door snapping open and hitting the wall.
I cover my mouth with both hands.
“What did you do?”
“Opened the door,” he shrugs. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
I look at the door, trying my hardest to assess the damage and wondering how much it will cost to fix it all.
“With a key, Xander,” I yell at him in distress. “I wanted you to call the building manager so that he can bring a key, or, or… I don’t know, something.”
