"What's that sound?"

You hear what seems to be like a toilet paper dispenser squeaking, the high pitched sound clouds your ears. Seconds later, someone is shuffling their ass inside that bathroom, standing up. Finally, you hear the sound of water as the toilet flushes.

You look at Michelle, dumbstruck. Neither of you noticed there was someone here? Why would somebody even stay at school so long?

The toilet stall door squeals, you can almost feel the rust on those hinges.

Out of it comes the same guy who shushed you in French class. He’s slightly overweight, not that there’s anything wrong with that, with greasy black hair and a Los Ramones T-Shirt that basically screams “I haven’t bathed in five days!”. He frowns at you as he slobs towards the sink.

“What’s wrong, Francis?” you ask him “Did I interrupt your end of school wank?”

His frown is now even uglier, his mouth now open to reveal a set of yellow teeth that look like they’ll fall off any second now. He makes a nasty growl and, while kind of slouching, delivers his comeback:

“Did I interrupt your end of school blowjob?”

“You sure did, bud.”

He looks at Michelle, checking her out. He disgustingly stops for a few seconds to look at her ass, and then opens his mouth again, speaking to her.

“You know, you should break up with this loser. You know he doesn’t care about you and just wants to bang you. He’ll break up with you as soon as he gets tired of fucking you--”

“Hey, watch it, asshole.”

“--You should use that mouth to blow real pieces of meat. Like mine. You know, I bet this guys has a small--”

“What’s your fucking problem?” Michelle shoots at him a glare as strong as fire, as if she wished to burn this fatass right here. Her face is all red too, but not the cute shade of pink she gets when she’s embarrassed, but instead it’s a hot, volcanic flame.

You look at the guy. He’s about to open his mouth again.