Heading Straight Home

The bus ride from campus is normally pretty short. Your flat is only a few miles away, in a nearby suburb. But, today it's longer. The time is stretched by your racing thoughts. You pat the backpack in the seat next to you. Still unopened. Perhaps you should have just left it back in the class room? Let lost and found sort it out? You wonder, with the quietest voice in your head, what kind of _reward _she'd offer to get her bag back.

Porn-like scenarios play through your head. Oh, I would do anything to get my bag back. Anythingggg~

You grip the bag tighter.

A further question is how to even bring the bag back to her. Should you just bring it with you to class? Maybe go up to her and ask to bring it to her.

You fondle idly with the backpack's zipper. There's probably no point in opening it. It probably doesn't have anything besides school supplies. But, part of you is curious what exactly the queen of campus brings with her to school every day. You remove your hand from the zipper. That would be wrong. A breach in privacy....

As all these thoughts swirl around your head, the bus pulls up to your stop. Your building, tall and cozy with a slightly dilapidated exterior hangs overhead.