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You feel around your pockets. Feeling an absence of anything but five dollars and a pencil, you start to get nervous. “Uhh. Confiscated.” You lie, knowing full well Madison was keeping it ransom. Like you’d previously told yourself, telling them that Madison had been bullying you your entire high school career.

“Shame. Have we already tried the emergency buttons?” Pershing asks anxiously.

“Only a thousand times.” You reply quickly, demonstrating by rapidly clicking a few more times. The dark haired principal frowns. The frown then turns into an irritated teeth clenching as she rubs her neck. Gloria takes a look at her hand as she pulls it away. Her fingers are covered in seat.

“Ms. Pershing.” She grabs her attention. “Please remove your blouse.”

“What?! I can’t do that! I’m in front of a student!”

“It’s not worth risking heat exhaustion.” She eyes you, pulling her coworker a bit more to the corner. “Just take off a few buttons and let some air get in. I’ll join you.” Sasha gulps and makes a millisecond glance at you. Gloria slowly pops a few buttons, as to allow for Sasha to follow her motion. The two turn back to you. Your principal is now four buttons down and you can see her cleavage. Her bra is barely visible behind the fifth button. Hemlock, only three down, looks remarkably different. Her bust is much more noticeable with her jacket off and her shirt only 2/3 buttoned up.

Hemlock makes eye contact with you. “Are you alright?” She comes closer to you. Your eyes are now fighting between hers and her tits.

“Y-yes. I’m fine.”

“Hmmm.” She ponders. “Follow my finger.” She holds up her index finger and smoothly moving it side to side. She continues another few seconds until she catches a twitch in your eye. “Ah. Maybe not at a large impact, but the heat’s dizzying you. I’d caution standing in the sun or in eyeshot of its reflection.”

“Wh—what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean what I said.” Honestly, there wasn’t much explanation needed, but you were dying of heatstroke here and needed dumb dumb terms. She sighs. “Just… stay in the shade.” You see her tug at her shirt. The tugging turns into flapping to allow air flow. Your eyes fix on her bra, a white/beige color. Making eye contact shortly after, you look away. “It’s only natural. You’ve surely taken health class. You know all this.”

“Yeah. It’s natural and all, but I don’t want to get all…” You pause, trying to think of an appropriate word. She continues to look you in the eye. “… for my teacher. That bit isn’t natural.” You look over at Ms. Pershing, remembering that there’s more than just two of you in the elevator. Thankfully, she seems distracted.

“Ms. Pershing…” Hemlock begins.

“It’s ok, Gloria. I’m fine.”

“Principal.” She puts a hand on her shoulder.