Taylor

Off to your side, Taylor lurks in the doorway. She flashes you a smile of arrogant superiority and then turns down to her phone nonchalantly. You can't help but feel paralyzed as she flips slowly through the nameless nothings on her cellphone. The chubby girl pauses for a moment and giggles to herself silently before looking back up at you and turning the screen towards you. It's only a brief moment and the screen is tiny from your vantage point in the back end of the classroom but you could swear you saw your picture from yesterday.

Taylor rouses you from your shock by turning to put the phone away in her coat pocket and mouthing something unmistakable to you.

"Bathroom"

She wanders out from the doorway and makes her way down the hall towards the same bathroom where your whole ordeal began.

Your planning during the morning hours and boring class lectures has given you little hope. The only thing you've managed to do is a decent review of the facts and they aren't stacking up well. You know Taylor can't be made angry or she might send off the video in a couple seconds worth of clicks. You also know that she has the phone on her right now. Maybe you could reason with her in the confines of the bathroom. Perhaps you could steal the phone from her while she's not looking. If you're really lucky you might be able to beat her up and take it. Either way you know you need to move fast.

With little delay you request a bathroom break from the teacher and head off with her approval. Down the hall you go, passing by lockers lining the empty walkway where students seldom tread during class. Turning a corner you see the door to the boysroom, unlocked, of course, beside it the girlsroom is also open. Given the irony and circumstance, you know exactly which one Taylor would be waiting in. The chubby videographer had proven to be fairly smart despite her apparent sidekick position to the taller and meaner Chelsea.

Stepping inside you hear the faint noises of yesterdays ordeal as captured and replayed on Taylor's phone. You're not sure what you're going to do to get it but you must have that phone...

Inside you find Taylor up by the entrance to the bathroom, she's leaning against one of the sinks and a very visible bulge tents the dark green skirt she wears. Seeing that you've arrived she pauses the video and turns to face you.

"Lock the door would you, Dougie? Thanks."

"I really cherished our recording session yesterday but I've felt so needy since then."

She reaches down to squeeze her growing bulge in her hand.

"Chelsea got to have all the fun."

"It's only fair that you give me some relief too. After all, you spied on me too, Perv."

She steps closer and you realize the time to make a decision is fast at hand. The hungry look in her deep green eyes tells you that negotiations are off the table.

"Don't worry, I'm not like Chels. Be a good boy and I'll treat you real nice."

"Kay?"

You know there won't be a better time to get that phone. It's now or never. The only decision that remains is whether to try and overpower the girl now or sneak the thing from her coat while being a "Good Boy".