High school came and went. Your final year is going to be spent doing nothing of note and hanging out with all your buddies before the horrors of the real world hit you all like a truck. At the end of the school day, you realize you left your bag inside the classroom. Not wanting to leave it at the building right before the weekend, you head back inside to retrieve your property. Strange noises come from the classroom, but you head in anyway not really thinking about it. You find Savannah Ross, the most popular girl in school, sitting on a desk, furiously masturbating.
Savannah is a grade A bitch, always picking on the little guy and facing no consequence because of her family's wealth and connections to school authorities and staff. She's your typical bimbo bully who's lack of intelligence is made up by her beauty, popularity, and wit. You never had many interactions with her, but you've heard horror stories from some of her victims about how cruel she can be.
"Fuck... Fuck... Ngh~" Savannah moans as she thrusts her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her surprisingly smooth pubes glistening with drops of precum scattered across her shaved pussy. Her face is beet red, and she's biting her lip so hard you'd assume she's trying to make herself bleed. "Come on... Come on... Give it to me..." She mutters in between gasps, fantasizing about whatever god-forsaken plot she's making up in her head.
"C-C-Cumming!" Savannah exclaims as her juices fly out of her vagina in a stream of built up pleasure. Her cum splatters all over a nearby desk as she catches her breath, her eyelids fluttering and her pupils focusing. She then notices you, staring at her. Her face becomes even more red, this time not out of horniness, but embarrassment. "O-Oh, my God. I- I don't-"
She's at a complete loss for words. Savannah stands up, looking at you with anger and regret on her face. "H-How much for you to shut your trap!?" She grabs the collar of your shirt and shakes you around. "I-I mean- G-Go on and tell everyone what you saw! Not like they'll believe you anyway, bitch!" Her face is of faltering confidence, she's speaking without even thinking, and she's nervous, very nervous.
uhmmm....
Savannah's expression sours, anger and irritation crossing her features as she realizes what she just said. Her grip on your shirt tightens momentarily before she releases it, stepping back with a huff of annoyance. She crosses her arms beneath her ample breasts, pressing them together even more noticeably in the process. Her pretty face twists into a sneer as she tries to maintain some semblance of authority and control over the situation, but it's clear that you've managed to rattle her composure
"Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "Forget I even said anything." With that, Savannah storms out of the classroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts... and a very awkward memory.
Savannah! Wait!
"What do you want, pervert?" She snarls over her shoulder, glaring at you with disdain as she continues walking away. "Don't think this means we're even." Her voice drips with venom and the threat of future retaliation is palpable in the air around her.
I-I didn't mean it like that! I just... You shouldn't be doing that, ummm... stuff alone in here. It could get you into trouble.
"Well it won't if I keep my big mouth shut, now will it? So mind your own business and don't tell anyone about this little... accident," she says with an unconvincing smirk. "Besides, what makes you think I even need help getting into trouble?" With that, Savannah continues to storm away from the classroom, her long legs carrying her swiftly down the hallway.
Well if you insist... I'm sure you know what to do to stay out of it. Good luck with that... I guess?
"Hmpf," is all she manages to say, giving you the stink-eye as she turns the corner and disappears out of sight. She doesn't know what to make of this new development. Normally, people either fear her or want to get into her pants; no one has ever actually given a shit about her wellbeing... until now. Her hands ball into fists at her sides as she thinks about it, confused and angry but also kind of aroused by the strange mix of emotions swirling through her body.
"Whatever," she mutters under her breath, taking another turn down the hallway before making a beeline for the nearest bathroom stall to regroup and compose herself. Once inside, she leans against the door and sighs heavily, trying to shake off the strange encounter with... that kid. "I swear," she says through gritted teeth, "if
"I swear," she says through gritted teeth, "if that little pervert tells anyone about this..." Her voice trails off as she pictures herself having to face the consequences of her actions; being expelled or worse. The thought sends a shiver down her spine. Maybe there is something to be said for keeping an eye on him... at least until she can figure out how to make sure he doesn't cause any trouble for her.
With that, Savannah straightens up and heads back to her next class, trying to put the encounter behind her. But no matter how hard she tries to forget about it, there's a small part of her that can't help but wonder... what if he hadn't caught her? What would have happened then? And what exactly was going through his mind when he confronted her? Questions swirl through her head as the day progresses, leaving Savannah feeling more unsettled
In the bathroom stall, trying to compose herself after her encounter with that pervert kid earlier today, Savannah's mind continues to race. Why did he come back into the classroom? Didn't he have anything better to do on a Friday afternoon? And what does he want from me now...
An image of him storming up to her in the hallway flashes through her thoughts, making her heart pound. She's not sure why he would risk confronting her again after she insulted him, but something about it sends a shiver down her spine. Maybe... just maybe there's more to him than meets the eye.
Well, if he thinks he can use that little speech to buy his way into my good graces... he's got another thing coming. But still... there's something about the way he looked at me... it made my skin crawl and tingle all at once. Maybe I should keep an eye on him, just in case. After all, you never know when someone might turn out to be useful... even if they are a dirty little perv.
The next day, I'm in the men's locker room in between gym periods
I'm surprised you managed to find me here. You know this is where I come when no one's looking, right? Not that there are a lot of people who fit that description for me... Anyhow, what do you want? Better make it quick; my next class starts in like... five minutes.
"Well, I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I shouldn't have called you a bitch and threatened you like that." He pauses, searching her face for any signs of forgiveness. "I mean... if you need help with anything... or just want to talk..." His voice trails off awkwardly as he watches her closely, wondering if she's buying this at all.
"Hmpf," is her terse reply, but she doesn't look angry anymore. "Fine, I accept your apology." She glances away briefly before looking back at him, her expression softening slightly. "But just so you know... if you ever tell anyone about what happened yesterday...?" She leaves the threat unspoken, only raising an eyebrow in challenge.
"I won't," he promises hurriedly. "Cross my heart and hope to die." Well, almost crosses his heart anyway; he doesn't want to seem like too much of a girl about it. "So... do we have a deal?"
You know, you're not as much of a bitch as everyone says you are
That comment earns him another withering look from her, but there's something else beneath it this time - almost like she's enjoying the attention a little bit. "Don't get too cozy with me just because I let you off easy," she says coolly. "I still hate your guts."
So. How often do you do that kind of thing?
That's none of your business, perv. Besides, you don't know anything about me. You should focus on your own life and stop being so damn nosy.
But even as she says it, a small part of her wonders why he'd ask such a thing in the first place. Is he really interested? Does he want to know more about her... or is he just fishing for information to use against her later on? The thought sends a shiver down her spine. Either way, she isn't going to make it easy for him.
I guess I'll have to find out for myself then, huh?
Smirking slightly, she tilts her head to the side and says cryptically, "Maybe... if you're lucky." Then, before he can react, she turns on her heel and walks out of the locker room, heading back towards her class. He watches as she goes, wondering what that smirk really meant. Maybe there's more to this girl than meets the eye after all...