Unbelievable! Rudy and Nola are bonding thorugh very normal and societally approved conversations that clearly doesn’t require me to warn reader

Nola hasn't shown up to my office for a psychological evaluation for some time. Elon tells me that she's been avoiding him and her friend Heather. I'm worried about that girl, I hope she's doing okay.

Elon enters the room and I ask him to lay on the couch.

"How are you doing Elon?"

"Worried sick. Nola is too good in hiding. I don't know where she is."

"It is after school. I'm sure she went straight home."

"Maybe, but she wouldn't even talk to me when I took her to the bathroom. She refuses to talk to me. I should have never kissed her, but I didn't know what to do at that time."

"This is my fault as well. I'm sorry my hypothesis was wrong. I truly believed that letting go of her feelings would do the trick. Why didn't I consider this? But in any case, I need to talk to her and get to the bottom of this. Elon, I don't want to ask this of you but this is an emergency. You're going to have to force your way into her. You may need your parents cooperation as well."

"I guess... but I still think I should just... give in to her."

"No, Elon, not this again. Are you even listening to our sessions?"

"I am, but I'm just thinking about it. I tried asking girls out but they all are refusing me out right. There's a rumor going around about me going into the girl's bathroom. I think someone found out. I think Rudy spread it, but I really don't know where it's coming from. Maybe this is my actual fate. Maybe I shouldn't fight it."

"I won't allow this. Elon, I keep telling you, these feelings are manufactured by your conditioning. They are artificial. They are not your emotions."

"Either way, I don't care about myself right now."

"That's a lack of self-confidence. You can build that up."

"Even then, I'm too worried about Nola to care about myself. What is going on through her mind right now? Confusion? Angst? Sadness? I want to know. Nola, I want to know. Where are you?"

== Rudy POV ==

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This girl is so disgusting. I love it! She's telling me all these stories that would give anyone a gag reflex, but I just can't get enough. She's even laughing at my stories too, something that would probably get me deported if I dare say anything.

I'm now telling her about Sharky and she can't get enough. "So it was around 5th grade. I tell her this time I'm going to beat her up."

"You tried to beat up a girl?"

"Don't judge me, okay? She was nuts. Someone had to take her down."

"I know. She tried to bite me once. I had to run way from her so many times."

"Well not me. I tried to fight her but she knew kung-fu or something of the kind. She gets me on the gut and I'm down. She bit me everywhere at that point, except for one place."

"Where did she bite you?"

"She turned me around and pulled down my underpants. She bit me in the ass."

"HA HA HA HA! That's nasty! That girl had problems!"

"Yeah, and she peed on me after wards, of course. She always does that. But this time, as she was about to run away, I grab her ankle and trip her. Then I get up, pull down my pants, and try to pee on her."

"You managed to actually pee on her?"

"Not without difficulty. As I pulled down my pants, she got up and was about to bite my d**k!"

"Ew! That must have hurt!"

"No way. I saw it coming so I held her face with both my hands. She was so shocked that her mouth was open."

"Oh no, you didn't!"

"How could I not! I uh... quenched her thirst with some lemonade."

"HAHAHAHA!" She's laughing so much, and so am I. Oh man, I've never felt this happy since I was with Sharky. Not even sports can compare to this feeling I'm having.

She attempts to stop laughing as she is now panting, but she tells me, "But how did you ended up liking her?"

"I don't know. Maybe it had to do with my mom. I didn't think she wanted me or something. I think I was a mistake in her eyes."

"Don't say that. You're not a mistake. I think you're a nice boy."

"You do?"

"Yeah. You only look like a bully, but you're a big softy."

"Oh.. thanks..." Did she gave me a complement? After all I said about her and Elon? Wait, I don't think she knows anything about me other than that incident.

"Hey, I'm sorry about grabbing you. I was desperate to know about that bathroom thing. So, Elon has been peeping at you for 10 years, huh?"

"He stopped doing that around the time we went to middle school. But before that, he didn't mind. I think he actually liked it. In the beginning, he even tried to get a good look. He would like put his face close between my legs as I peed. I would help him out by lifting my skirt and spreading open my legs."

"You did that for him, huh?"

"Yeah, but one day it went wrong. I once tried to open my... uhh... girl part. So anyways, I tried to open it as wide as I could for him but my pee suddenly shot out into his face!"

"OH! Damn! You can do that?"

"I don't know. It only happened once. I can never do it again. Maybe I pressed like a button inside."

"What button? What are you talking about?" I'm laughing so much. Oh my gosh, did that really happen? This is too much for me. "Damn, you gotta figure out how to do it and show me."

"Alright."

"Alright?"

"Yeah. When I no longer need to depend on Elon, I'll figure out how to do it and I'll show you."

Umm... did she just invited me to peep at her? Is this girl so comfortable with people being in the bathroom with her that she can just invite me like that? I mean, she's not a whore or anything, far from it in fact. But all the same, I find it weird this is coming from her.

"So you're trying to go by yourself?"

"Yeah. Elon's sick of it."

"But I thought he liked it."

"He did, but something happened that he no longer wanted to go with me. He started getting annoyed and would not go with me. One day, I had to drag him in but he yelled at me. I ended up crying and peeing myself in the bathroom. That's when a teacher caught us."

"And that's what I saw that day."

"Rudy, do you feel better? You're not crazy anymore, right?"

"I guess I do."

"I'm glad I can make you feel better."

"Yeah. Same to you, I guess."

"Uhh... I have to go home now, but I feel so much better. Thank you Rudy." She gets up and starts walking away.

"Hey, Nola. Don't tell anyone what happened here today. Don't tell them we talked. I have a reputation to keep up with. Not to mention..."

"Yeah, I know. I won't tell anyone." She smiles at me and waves goodbye before walking away.

Heh... what a weird girl. I would never thought that was what was going on between her and Elon. What a weird situation. But my curiosity is satisfied. I guess it was worth it.

I get up and head home. "Mom, I'm home." I say as I enter.

"Yeah, hi." She responds. Looks like she forgot everything that happened today. I go to my room, get a duffel bag, and put some clothes inside. I also get my basketball, my laptop, and anything else I need. Let her do whatever she wants with the rest.

"So... you're really going to that institution?"

"So you didn't forget this morning, huh mom?"

She looks to the side, "You don't have to go if you don't want. You can stay here."

"What?"

"You don't have to go. You can stay. I apologize for how I acted." And she walks out.

Really? After all that, she's just dismissing the situation? Well, it's not the first time. I place my stuff on the ground and lay in the bed.

It's not like I was going to the institution anyways. I was thinking of living in my car. I can shower in the school and stuff. But I guess I'd rather live here until college. This place is is nearly dilapidated. The walls are crumbling, there's roaches everywhere, the front lawn is nothing but dead weeds and grass. This place is awful. But it's my home, it's always has been.

Hmm... I wonder if I'll dream about Nola again tonight.