The unthinkable happened! Elon and Nola’s relationship has become even more conflicted! I’m sure this is society’s fault somehow!

Warning: Rudy is in this chapter. He's pretty much a warning in of himself at this point!

I can't believe what I just did. I kissed Nola. I didn't know how it happened, it just sort of did. She was just panicking in there and I kissed her.

I kissed her while she was on the toilet. Yeah, this requires therapy, alright.

The worse part is that she won't talk to me now. It's been a few days after that and I tried to explain myself to her, but she won't even look at me. She can now go like any other day, but not a word from her before, during, or after. I can't even tell if she's angry, sad, depressed, or indifferent. The bathroom time is the only time I see her now. She refuses to hang out with me. This is driving me crazy. I need to talk to the doctor.

After school, I visit her for an emergency evaluation.

"You kissed her?" she says, none too pleased.

"She could not go, even when I was with her."

"Are you sure? Maybe she was faking it."

"No, she wasn't. She was panicking. She was shouting. That wasn't fake!"

"How is she now?"

"I don't know. She's avoiding me and refusing to talk. I don't know what this means."

"Yeah, this is problematic. She was suppose to start her healing process, but now she's probably confused. I won't know until I evaluate her. You need to tell her to come see me."

"I can't talk to her. She refuses to listen."

"You gotta do something. Maybe convince her mother, or your mother, or even Heather. I need to speak to her as fast as possible."

"I'll try to get through to her some way."

"I can't believe this. My hypothesis was wrong. I surely thought that by releasing her feelings, she would finally start to understand, but if she really couldn't go at that time, then perhaps this clogging of hers is probably due to her fear of not getting any sort of affection. That kiss is probably the only thread left of any affection she feels like she has."

"So what do you think should be done?"

"She needs to open herself up to others, but this is going to take years. Her letting go of you was the first step of a long journey. Now we're back to square one."

Damn, she's right about everything. Nola doesn't even like Heather, her mother is a terrible person, and my mom doesn't seem to be a replacement either. I truly am the only person she has in her life.

"Doctor... I'm feeling the pressure now."

"About your feelings for Nola?"

"Maybe I should just give in. Maybe I should just be her boyfriend."

"Bad idea, Elon. If you give in, you will never be your own independent person. Please stop feeling guilty about this. You are a victim, remember?"

"But Nola is a victim too, and I hate seeing her be so sad. It hurts me to see her this way."

"But this is not a solution, it's just going to further the problem. Trust me, Elon, this is not a healthy relationship at all. Don't do this."

"What do you want me to do then?"

"Just tell Nola to come here. I'll talk to her and convince her that your relationship with her should remain platonic. That's the only relationship you are allowed to have with her. Whatever you do, don't give in to this guilt."

"Easy for you to say."

"I know that, but Elon, I'm not going to allow you to ruin your life. Just trust me and tell Nola to visit me as soon as possible."

== Heather POV ==

There he is.

The jock whose obsessed with sports is no longer in the sports area but hiding behind the buildings. Man, he still looks shocked. I got a good look at him when that incident happened, and he hasn't changed his expression. There's definitely something wrong with him.

"Rudy," I call to him and he looks my way like a scared cat. Man, look at those eyes. They're about to pop out. I walk up to him as I say, "Rudy, I've been looking all over for you." The closer I get, the more I notice him trembling. He's even sweating. Is this the same Rudy from a few days ago? Of course, he's nuts, but this time, he's gone 180 with his insanity. "Rudy, say something."

He looks at me and says, "What did I just saw?"

"Uhh... I don't even know myself." That wasn't a lie. That was an image I'm trying to wipe out actually.

"You know something, don't you? What were they doing?"

"I don't know. I really don't know. I'm just as confused as you are."

"But what do you know?"

"No, Rudy. I'm not answering anything."

"Why are you... what are you keeping from me? What is this? Why is this haunting me?" Man, this guy is about to have a mental breakdown or something.

"Rudy, I think you need to see the psychologist."

"She's no help. She judges me, like everyone else does. Nobody wants to help me."

"Yes, she does, you're just stubborn."

"Even you Heather! Why do you talk to me like that? You are keeping secrets from me!"

"Rudy, you're a mess. Look at your clothes, they're soiled and wrinkled." Actually, now that I look at his clothes. "Umm... you've been playing sports right?"

"All this time, I've wanted to know what was happening in that bathroom. Why isn't this making me feel better? What is going on with me?"

"Rudy, please, see the psychologist." He starts walking away but I grab his arm. His... filthy arm... ew, has he taken a bath? "Rudy, please."

"Let go of me!" He pulls his arm away and runs for it. I chase after him but he climbs the fence. He's now running in the streets. No wonder I couldn't find him, he's probably ditching school. There's only so much I can do. He needs help.

== Rudy POV ==

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The answers I wanted, I finally discover them, after all these years. It's exactly what I thought, it's exactly what I wanted. That's what Elon was doing with her: nasty, disgusting things. It was quite nostalgic actually. Reminds me when Sharky and I went to the bathroom.

Dammit, Elon, why do you get to do that and I can't? Why can't I find a girl to do that with? I hate you Elon and Nola.

No, what am I thinking? I keep telling myself that I don't like pee or poo. Not at all. So why do I keep dreaming about it?

Dreaming about it. Ugh. I hope I don't have another nasty dream.

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Ah yeah, this is my secret room, he he, where stupid people don't come in and hate on me. My mom, that therapist, Elon, nobody can come to my secret room and hate on me. There's only one person who knows of this room: Sharky. Yeah, we've been coming to our secret room for years now, doing all the nastiest things we want with each other. I won't say what, but I'm sure you know what I mean. He he.

*knock knock*

Oh, it's her, but why is she knocking? Doesn't matter. I get up from my bed and open the door.

"Sharky!" I say... except it's Nola! "What are you doing here?"

"Sorry, Rudy, but Sharky died years ago."

"You shut up! That's not true! They didn't find her body!"

"Face it, Rudy. She's gone, forever. You will never have her squat and squirt in front of your face ever again."

"You lie! She did that just yesterday! Get out of here, you freak!"

"Who are you calling a freak? You're the weirdo that likes to play with their own poo!"

"I don't play with poo! I only like seeing girls take a nasty crap!"

"What does it matter? You want someone to pee on your face!"

"No, I don't!"

"Then why are you waiting for Sharky? What are you doing with her?"

"Uh... she's my girlfriend. We just do normal stuff like make out and touch each other No pee or poo allowed."

"I know everything, Rudy, just like you found out my secret. You discovered the disgusting secret that me and Elon have been doing for so long. You've always wanted to know, right?"

"No. Maybe I was a bit curious, but I really didn't."

"No, Rudy. Sharky is no longer coming, but don't worry, I'll replace her."

"I don't want you, Nola."

She suddenly pushes me into the bed. Where did she get this strength? She pushed me hard. As soon as I land on the bed, shackles appear and hold my limbs. Oh no, she's standing on top of me.

"Rudy, don't worry. Everything is going to be fine."

I can't move. I'm stuck in here. She's pulling down her panties and squatting in front of me. No, Nola, I saw your p***y and have no interest in it at all!

"Happy Birthday, Rudy," It's not even my birthday, why did you say that!?

Now's she spreading her legs open. Ew, I don't want that at all!

No, don't you dare! Not in my mouth!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

My bedroom door suddenly opens. It's my mom.

"What the hell happened?" she asks.

That's what I want to know as well.