Just a Phone Call Away...

Peeking out of the door, Meryl was satisfied to see the workman was no longer present. She breathed a sigh of relief and crept out into the hallway, typing in Cindy's passcode and entering Kayla's phone number from memory, the only one she actually knew, owing to a number of occasions over the years when she'd misplaced or damaged her own phone over the years and needed quick access to her BFF. She pressed the call button, and held the phone up to her ear, starting down the hallway in the direction she'd been headed in before her detour to the bathroom. All thought of returning the phone to Cindy was lost as the call connected and she heard Kayla's voice come through, "Hello? Who the fuck's this?" She said, and Meryl's heart leapt to hear her after the events of the last few hours.

"Kayla! It's me, Meryl!"

"Mer Bear!" Kayla exclaimed. "Where the shit have you been? I was wondering what happened to you, we were supposed to meet after your Science class but you never showed!"

"Yeah, uh...I've had a few..." she cleared her throat loudly. "Mishaps."

"Mishaps?"

"Along the lines of that incident in Coach Merryweather's office?" Meryl tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear.

"Oooh, that doesn't sound good." Kayla sounded concerned. "Are you...holding up ok?"

Mery sniffled, suddenly feeling all the discomfort she'd bottled up come rushing back. "It's been...it's been...a lot. T—too much, Kayla. The things I've seen, the things that have happened...I feel."

"Hey, now. It's alright, Mer Bear. You get to me and we'll figure it all out, okay? I'll be near the flagpole in the middle of campus, alright?"

Meryl nodded, then, remembering Kayla couldn't actually see her, responded, "Yeah...yeah, okay. See you there." She hung up, the hand she was holding the phone with dropping to her side. Now, at least, she had an anchor she was headed towards; a bit of sanity in the sea of icky sexuality and madness she'd spent most of the day being exposed to, or else managing to expose herself to. All that stood between her and Kayla, and that indomitable confidence her friend carried herself with, was physical distance. She strode up the hallway with just a bit more purpose, head high and hands on her hips to keep those panties of Cheryl's firmly in place.