Jake and I walked to the washroom and we paused at the door.
"I will wait right here. You go in." He said.
I nodded and I clenched the doorknob and pushed it open. I walked inside and shut the door. I walked towards the sink and I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
I noticed strands of the noodles rolling from my hair and dropping on my shoulders. "Ew!" I moaned.
I felt quite nervous being in the washroom hoping that no one was in the room as well. I did not want to be noticed. I did not hear any noise from either of the doors in the room and I felt quite relaxed but I wanted to eagerly hurry and get myself cleaned up before any lady step in and notice that I am
covered in spaghetti.
I bowed my head in the sink and pressed the tap rolling it and water gushed out of it. I bowed my hair under the tap and the water splashed on my hair. The water was frigid.
After I was done rinsing all the noodles and stew out, I reached towards a towel hung on a hook. I grabbed it and wrapped it around my hair rubbing my hair till my hair was no longer dripping.
I scrubbed the stains of the spaghetti sauce off my blouse with a sponge and I was starting to feel tired, I sighed.
Jake got bored leaning on the door and he said audibly, "are you done?"
I did not want to keep him waiting any longer. He should be tired, I guessed.
"Yea I'm done!" I yelled.
Jake clenched the doorknob and he pushed the door open and stepped in. He felt quite surprised that all the noodles were gone and that he could not find a stain on my dress.
He smiled at me, "you're beautiful again."
My lips curved into a smile, "thanks."
Jake stared at me for a while and I assumed that he was admiring my adorable cheeks and my cute eyes but he seemed quite disturbed.
He grabbed a towel hanging on the door and he walked a few steps closer to me and I felt confused wondering what he was going to do.
Jake stood so close to me and he stretched the towel to my hair gently massaging it.
"Your hair still looks wet it's soaking up your blouse and it's quite freezing in here. You might catch a cold."
I looked into his eyes feeling his hands rubbing my hair and my cheeks blushed.
He leaned over sniffing my blouse and he stood straight, "you still smell like spaghetti."
I got quite nervous and my eyes drooped, "you think so?" I muttered.
He chortled, "no! I was just teasing you. I think you are prettier with your hair wet." He slowly dropped the towel from my hair staring into my eyes and I was staring into his.
He slowly moved his face closer to mine and our nose touched. He stretched his lips towards mine and we were almost kissing.
We heard the door opening and we turned to look at the door to see who it was. We noticed a brunette lady standing by the door. She panicked looking at Jake and screamed, "oh my goodness! What's a guy doing in the ladies bathroom?" She gasped, "are you a pervert?"
"It's not what you think. I was just about leaving." Jake tried to explain.
"But what are you even doing here if you are not a pervert."
I felt quite uneasy and I held Jake's hand and said firmly, "he is with me."
"Oh!" the lady grinned, "I see, you wanted some privacy with your boyfriend."
"What?" I exclaimed.
"Yea you know, kiss or make out."
I felt slightly embarrassed and stuttered, "no he's in a band...he's my band...friend."
"Oh you mean boyfriend."
"No, no, he's not...." I tried to speak and she cut me off, "don't worry I get it. You don't want anyone to know that you two are a couple. Don't worry, my lips are sealed."
She walked inside the room and I did not know what else to do or say.
"Let's just leave." Jake said.
I nodded and I followed him outside. We walked a few distances from the washroom and we got to the baseball court. It looked spacious.
I was feeling jittery and I could not let Jake leave without apologizing. He was almost stepping inside the baseball court and I held his arm and he paused and turned to me.
I looked into his eyes and said softly, "Jake I'm sorry for letting you escort me to the ladies room. That lady would not be rude to you if you weren't at that place."
"She was also rude to you. It's okay. I'm not mad. It's past the time for lunch and I know that you haven't eaten yet so, let's go eat at the beach in my dad's resort. It's not so far away."
"At the beach? Why not we just eat at the cafeteria? It's just food."
Jake stroked the strands of my hair and looked into my eyes, "I wouldn't want anyone there making you feel uncomfortable."
He was right. After that spaghetti fiasco, I wouldn't want to show my face there or feel reminded of the mocking laughter, or spot at Mandy and Mckayla. I have already gone through enough for a day. And going to the beach and besides my crush will make me feel relaxed. I thought to myself.
I nodded and smiled at Jake, "yes. I will come with you. But, I don't have beach wears."
"It's no problem. I will get you one at the resort." He smiled.