Other students

“Hold on, I thought we were going somewhere else?”, one girl said

“Empty classrooms lined the hallway, potential havens or unseen eyes? We had to take a chance.”, now was one boy said.

Panic propelled Melissa forward. The nearest classroom door swung open with a silent prayer, revealing a deserted room bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights. With a **** lunge, she dove beneath the teacher's desk, the worn wood scraping against her bare skin. A flimsy wooden partition screened her from the doorway, a meager barrier against discovery. Her chest hammered against the dusty floor, each panicked breath a drumbeat echoing in the silence. Would they enter? Or would this dusty, forgotten corner become her temporary haven?

"This room seems interesting, shall we peek inside?", The boy said.

A knot of dread tightened in Melissa's stomach as the doorknob rattled, a sickeningly metallic sound that scraped against her already taut nerves. The door creaked open, a sliver of light slicing across the room like a searchlight. Then came the unmistakable sound of footsteps – heavy, deliberate, and far too close for comfort. Melissa squeezed her eyes shut, praying for invisibility. The floorboards creaked under their weight, each groan echoing in her skull like a **** knell. Were they coming closer? Her breath hitched in her throat, a strangled gasp trapped in her chest. The stale air under the desk tasted of fear, thick and metallic. Discovery seemed inevitable, and with it, the shattering of her fragile plan.

"Seriously, Bradd, this is a terrible idea! If they catch us, we're in major trouble.", The girl said.

“Hey Teresa, since everyone's in class, this room is empty. Maybe this is a good time to...?”, the boy said.

Strained whispers filtered through the dusty barrier beneath the desk. Melissa recognized the voices – Bradd, the cocky jock, and Teresa, the head cheerleader, a couple notorious for their public displays of affection. Panic gnawed at her. This empty classroom, her supposed sanctuary, had become a potential trap. Every muffled giggle, every murmured word, sent fresh shivers down her spine. Then, a new wave of terror washed over her. Scarlet's discarded clothes, carelessly left on the table, mocked her **** attempt at secrecy. There was nowhere to hide them, nowhere to run. Trapped and exposed, Melissa braced herself for the inevitable discovery.

Both of them were so engrossed in talking that they didn’t mine the classroom. Now the girl had a comprehensive view of the classroom, the girl discovered something out of the ordinary.

"Hold on, Bradd, what's that I see over there? Did someone leave something behind?", With a pointed finger, the girl directed their attention to the table near the window.

“Hmm…”.

The girl's outstretched finger landed on a point near the window. Bradd's head snapped in that direction, his carefree demeanor vanishing in an instant. His eyes widened, pupils like black voids in the sudden realization. A sharp gasp escaped his lips, a sound that echoed in the sterile silence of the classroom.

"Hold on a minute... is that what I think it is?", the boy said.

The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to hum with an oppressive intensity as Melissa followed them towards the table. Her breath hitched in her throat, the stale air thick and suffocating against her pounding heart.

"A student's uniform... that's interesting. I wonder why it's here.", Bradd said.