An anti-climactic end.

“I don’t think we could ask for more conclusive evidence, could we, Mrs. Hayes?” The dean asks with a tired sigh. She’s remained silent for most of this, probably because she’s in charge of enforcing the school’s code of conduct once a decision has been reached.

“Yes, I believe so.” The small hints of disappointment in the headmistress’ voice are sweeter than the cafeteria’s vending machine’s 70%-sugar juice. “Girls, I am very disappointed that you would attempt to frame a person of such a serious crime. We’ll talk more about this tomorrow. For now, Mr. Walker is found innocent. You may leave.”

That’s it?

No long speech, no apology for treating you like a criminal, no nothing? Still, Emma, Mia and Sophia seem happy with the results. Mrs. Hunter looks honestly hurt. It seems she did believe the girls’ story. Ms. Fujiwara sighs in relief and gives you a kind smile, apparently glad to know you’re not actually a sexual offender.

Two of the she-devils are trying with all their might to burn a hole through you with their stares, while the other is completely uncaring she was caught lying to everyone’s faces. Her tears are completely gone, even.

You? You don’t let relief hit you yet. You thank the headmistress and everyone else for their time and leave the room, gather your things and leave the school. Emma sends you a text, saying she’ll speak with you tomorrow because she still has work to do. You want to speak to Sophia tomorrow, thank her properly for her assistance and maybe even ask who the mystery person at the restroom was, if she’s willing to tell.

You wonder what will happen now, what will happen to those three. Sadly, you don’t think anything will. Legal action will only be taken if the school thinks it’s necessary, but honestly, you don’t really give a damn. You only want those girls to leave you alone and you’ll be satisfied. But will they?

Emily and Megan are waiting for you by the gate with expectant looks. You only give them a thumbs up, making Megan jump in joy and prompting Emily to give you a good natured punch on the shoulder as she grins from ear to ear.

“Do either of you drink?” You ask. Your friends look at each other, then shake their heads. Damn. You could’ve used something strong right now, but thinking carefully it’s better that you don’t. “Never mind then.” You sigh.

You start walking towards your house and the girls follow.

“Do you drink a lot?” Megan asks with a worried frown.

“Not much, only on occasion. I just thought it’d be a nice way put a cap on this crap, but if you don’t drink I’m not about to do it alone.”

“I once tasted beer and hated it.” Emily admits. “I don’t know what people see in it.”

Megan nods. “My dad once gave me a small taste of whisky and it tasted like cologne.” She tells with a sour face. “I’d rather drink a vegetable smoothie, and those don’t taste good either.”

“You’ve never had a good one then. Add some honey and lemon and they’re pretty great.” Emily disagrees.

You keep talking even as you reach your house. You ask if they want to come in, and they accept. It warms your heart to know your relationship with them has reached the point where you can casually invite them into your place and they just accept. No formalities, no school agenda, just friends willing to hang out for the sake of it.

You leave your bag on the floor and throw yourself on the bed. You can feel the stress of the day start to take its toll. Your body grows heavy. You groan and cover your face with your hands.

Megan chuckles as she sits on the bed, close to your head and starts playing with your hair. You let her. “At least this is over, right?”

“I sure hope so. I still think the headmistress has it in for me, so I hope she doesn’t find a way to turn this around.” You say tiredly.

“How did this get resolved, anyway?” Emily asks, sitting backwards on your desk chair.

“Turns out there was someone in one of the stalls. She recorded the audio of what happened so it was definitive proof, considering the things they said and how much they laughed. No idea who it was though.”

“That’s odd. We didn’t find anyone like that.” The blonde wonders.

“It’s not like we asked everyone in school, Em.” Megan clarifies. She looks down at you with a kind smile. “Are you that tired? Would you rather we leave you alone?”

You consider it for a single second. It’s tempting to just go to sleep right now, but honestly, you really need to have people who give a shit about you around right now. “If I’m not boring you, I’d really appreciate it if you stayed a little while.” You admit, glancing at both of them, earning you smiles from either side.

“Alright then, why don’t I give you a hand?” The soccer team captain says, getting up from the chair.

“How so?” You ask.

“Take off your jacket and lay on your stomach.” She says, cracking her knuckles and grinning at you.

“I’m… not sure I want to.” You say hesitantly. She doesn’t exactly inspire much confidence right now.

“Oh believe me, you want to.” Megan tells you reassuringly and gets up from the bed.

Still hesitant, you do as told. Once your jacket is off and you’re lying on your stomach, you feel Emily’s weight as she sits on your legs, knees at both of your sides.

“Just relax and let me get to work.” You hear her say behind you.

You feel her hands in your back as she begins to apply pressure and…

Oh…

Oh wow.

Holy shit she’s good!

With a hand over the other, she puts the correct amount of pressure in just the right places, using the weight of her body instead of actually pushing. She runs her hands all over the sore points of your back and you can’t help but groan in pleasure.

“Holy shit, Emily.” You mutter as you feel your whole body relax.

“I know.” You can’t see her, but you just know she has a smug grin on her face. “My sister taught me how to do it. It took me a while to learn, but I managed to get the hang of it.”

“Guess who her test dummy was.” Megan gives you a pained expression and you can’t help but feel sympathy for her. She shakes her head and chuckles. “Hey, can I use your computer while you two are busy there?”

“Sure, go ahead.” You even give her the password to it, since everything you’d want to keep hidden has yet another one on top. She seems flattered that you’d trust her with it. After 10 or so minutes, you hear her ask “David, why is this folder named ‘collection’ password locked?”

“Because it’s private.” You answer, not surprised she found it, but a little disappointed she looked around anyway. You won’t hold it against her, but it still sucks.

“Why? What do you have in it?” Emily asks, still working diligently on your back.

They totally want to hear you admit it’s porn, right? Ok, fine.

“Porn.” You answer bluntly. You won’t give her the password even if she asks though, just because you recently changed it to “Emma Campbell” on a whim.

“Oh.” The girls echo. There’s a sudden silence, even as Emily keeps massaging you.

You get an idea of why that is. The mention of porn brings back the memory of what happened in this very room yesterday at about the same time. Their question, still unanswered, looms in the air, neither of them bringing it up.