A not so raunchy bathroom scene, and a switch to Alice.

Henry made his way to the boys' bathroom, Alice's hips swaying with an exaggerated confidence that drew stares from a group of underclassmen who quickly averted their eyes, and he pushed open the door to find the room mercifully empty, the fluorescent lights humming overhead as he approached the sink and caught his reflection in the mirror, Alice's face smeared with the evidence of what he'd done, her delicate features painted with the teacher's release, and he turned on the tap with a casual flick of her wrist before cupping her hands under the cold stream and bringing them to her face, watching as the water ran pink and then clear across her cheeks, washing away the physical traces while the memory of what her body had just done remained etched into her consciousness, and he met Alice's eyes in the mirror, her wide brown eyes that had watched him from the doorway with such horror, and he smiled at her reflection, a slow, satisfied smile that looked wrong on her innocent face, and he whispered to the empty room, "She'll never forget this, will she?" before drying her face with a paper towel and checking her appearance one last time.

and it was in that moment of self-satisfaction that the realisation hit him like a cold splash of water, he should have gone into the girls' toilets, because the heavy door swung open and two tall guys from the basketball team pushed through, their laughter dying as they caught sight of Alice standing alone in the boys' bathroom, and Henry felt a flicker of annoyance at his own oversight, but he quickly masked it with a demure smile that was all Alice's innocence as the two young men exchanged glances, their eyes lingering on the honors student's body in ways that made Henry's borrowed lips curl into a knowing smirk, because he could see the hunger in their gazes.

Henry let out a little gasp, her hand flying to her chest in a pantomime of embarrassment as she widened Alice's eyes and let her mouth fall open in a perfect 'o' of surprise, and she giggled, a high, breathy sound that was nothing like Alice's usual quiet laugh but exactly what a ditzy girl would offer in this situation, and she said, "Oh my god, I am so sorry, I totally took a wrong turn somewhere," while fluttering her eyelashes and pressing her palms together as if in apology, and one of the basketball players, a guy named Derek if she remembered correctly from Alice's memory, let out a low chuckle and said, "No problem, Slut," in a tone that suggested he was very glad she'd made that mistake, and Henry felt a surge of satisfaction at how easily the ruse had worked, how quickly the boys' suspicion had melted into amusement and something else, something hungrier, as they watched her slink past them, rubbing her hands on their crotches, as she made her way out of the bathroom with exaggerated clumsiness, her fingers brushing the doorframe as if steadying herself, and she gave them one last apologetic smile before the door swung shut, leaving them to their laughter and leaving Henry to contemplate his next move with the same cold, calculating pleasure that had guided him so far.

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Alice had followed the sound of her own laughter down the corridor, her borrowed body moving with a heaviness that was entirely Henry's, his legs carrying her with desperate, stumbling steps as she rounded the corner just in time to see the bathroom door swing shut behind her own retreating figure, and she pressed herself against the wall, her heart hammering in a chest that was not hers, as the two basketball players emerged a moment later, their faces flushed with amusement and something darker, something that made her stomach turn because she knew , or thought she knew, exactly what they had seen, what they had heard, what her body had done to them without her consent, and when they passed her without a second glance, dismissing the lanky boy pressed against the lockers as nothing worth their attention.

Alice forced herself to push off from the wall, her borrowed legs trembling beneath her as she followed the sound of her own voice echoing from the cafeteria, the clatter of trays and the murmur of lunchtime conversation growing louder with each step, and she found her body seated at a table surrounded by a cluster of boys from the basketball team, her head thrown back in laughter as Derek leaned in close, his hand resting on her thigh with an intimacy that made Alice's stomach clench, and she watched as Henry, wearing her skin like a costume, caught her eye across the crowded room and offered a slow, deliberate wink before turning back to the boys and saying something that made them all roar with approval, and Alice felt something snap inside her, some last vestige of restraint giving way to raw, desperate fury, and she crossed the room with Henry's long strides, ignoring the curious glances from students who recognized the body but not the fire burning behind its eyes, and she grabbed her own wrist, the contact electric and wrong, and hissed, "What did you do to them, what did you make me do to them," her voice cracking as Henry looked up at her with mock innocence, Alice's lips curving into a smile that had never belonged to her, and Henry said, "Who is this loser?" before turning back to Derek and patting the empty seat beside her, her voice honeyed as she added, "Do you know this loser, babe!?," and the boys laughed again, pulling Alice down into the chair as Henry's hand found her knee under the table, squeezing hard enough to bruise, a silent promise of more to come.

And then Derek leaned in, his hand sliding from Alice's thigh up to the back of her neck, and Henry met him halfway, Alice's lips parting in a practiced invitation that was all the more devastating for its ease, and Alice watched from her borrowed body as Derek kissed her, his mouth covering hers with a possessive urgency that made her stomach lurch, the wet, smacking sound of it filling her ears as she sat frozen, her own hands clenching into fists in her lap, feeling the ghost of Henry's grip still bruising her knee as she watched her body melt into the kiss, watched her arms rise to wrap around Derek's neck, watched her fingers tangle in his hair, and she could hear the low, appreciative hum that escaped her throat, a sound of pleasure that was not hers, that had never been hers, and when they finally broke apart, Henry's eyes fluttered open and found hers across the table, and that same slow, deliberate wink was offered again, a private message of triumph that made Alice's blood run cold as she realized this was only the beginning, that there was nothing she could do to stop it.

And then Henry leaned across the table, Alice's body moving with a languid grace that was entirely foreign to her, and her voice, that voice that had once been hers, said, "Oh wait, I remember you now," the words dripping with a false recognition that made Alice's skin prickle with dread, "you're the guy with the tiny penis," and the table erupted in laughter, Derek's hand tightening on Alice's thigh as he joined in, and Alice sat frozen in Henry's borrowed body, the words cutting deeper than any physical blow because they were true, because Henry had violated her in every possible way, had taken her body, used it to do degrading things she'd never dreamed off, and she watched as her own lips curved into a triumphant smile, knowing that this humiliation wouldn't end any time soon. And knowing that she had planned to ruin Henry's life, but she hadn't counted on Henry doing it to her, as she watched Henry start to snog another one of the basketball team. He had made her a slut.

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