She gets out of class.

Taylor could feel herself beginning to pant as the heat continued to burn throughout her body. "Professor Hale, I really have to go, it's an emergency." She whined, as if she was about to wet her pants, much to the amusement of her classmates. She could hear a wave of laughter reverberate through the room as, at least from their perspective, the students saw the lecture being interrupted by a girl needing to use the bathroom.

Her professor pushed up his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Alright, you may go." He relented, wanting to get this over with and get back to the lesson.

Taylor merely nodded her appreciation and rushed to get out of the class. She shuffle sideways to get out of the row of students she was stuck in when suddenly, near the end, she felt someone's foot trip her up, and she fell into the aisle between the rows of seats. The students nearby her laughed, and she felt her second wave of embarrassment for the day, but she ignored them and scrambled to her feet, before rushing out of the classroom.