She hears two students talking

(Chapter originally by MidnightWisher at writing.com)

The second the last ball is picked up, Makoto goes to make her leave. She makes her way to the privacy wall’s corner, when the sound of two boys talking reaches her ears. She couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but it was definitely getting louder. They were getting closer and closer, and if she didn’t act fast, they would catch her. She wasn’t about to let that happen. Reacting on instinct, Makoto darts to the one place in the bathroom she knows no one would dare go, the out-of-order stall.

Makoto pushes the door open and rushes inside, latching it shut behind her as she does her best to ignore the **** on her senses. She hesitates for a moment, staring the not-so-porcelain throne down. She really does not want to do what she is about to, but she knows she does not have a choice if she does not want to be caught. So, just as she has seen hundreds of times in action movies, her guilty pleasure, Makoto climbs up onto the toilet to hide herself from view. She is careful, going one foot at a time with her hand pressed against the wall to help her balance. She dislikes the faint squish and splash she hears when the bottom of her shoes makes contact with the puddle on the seat. She does her best to pretend it is just water. Once she is stable on the seat, she starts the process of turning around to face the door, all while making sure she kept hunched low enough that no one could see her over the stall wall’s. No sooner than she turns around do the boys enter the bathroom, chatting away. The sound of the two boys relieving themselves joins the others in the bathroom, and despite not being able to see anything a light blush dusts Makoto’s face and she turns to look away from the sound, hoping they won’t take long. The longer it takes for them to finish, the more compelling it becomes for Makoto to seat herself on the metal bars that made up the toilet’s water tank. When they finish but continue to stand there talking, she does take a seat, careful not to hit the toilet handle. She listens closely to them for any indication they were leaving.

“That reminds me, man, you’ll never believe what Shinji says he did.” Makoto hears.

“What’d he do?”

“He says he put a couple cameras in the girls’ locker room,” the boy says, voice bursting with excitement. He immediately receives her full attention, her eyes focusing so hard on the door that it was amazing a hole hadn’t burned through it yet. “He says he snuck into the school last night and put them in there. He says he’s going to check them tonight to see who he got.” How dare he, Makoto shook her head, anger rising up in her gut.

“Whoa, man, is that true?”

“Who knows. I wouldn’t put it past him, he is a skinny, little creep, after all.”

“You think he’ll share the goods?” Absolutely not, Makoto thinks, trying to maintain her composure. If the cameras are real, she won’t let anyone see what or who is on them.

“It’s Shinji, dude. For the right price, he’ll do anything.”

“True,” the other boy says. “Who would you pay Shinji to see?”

“You kidding? The President, of course.” The boy says, making her shudder. I'll ever let that happen, Makoto thinks.

“You serious? She’s so snooty, like she thinks she’s better than the rest of us.” I don’t think that… Is that how everyone thinks of me?

“That’s what would make it all the better, man. Seeing a girl like that all **** in the locker room, not knowing she’s being captured on camera, it’d be great!” the boy declares. “After all, whenever she acts uppity towards you after, you can just smile and think about how you’ve seen her undressed. What about you, who’d you want to see?” A blush spreads across Makoto’s cheeks at the very thought.

“Wow, dude, you put a lot of thought into this,” his friend says approvingly. “I’m just hoping he gets some pics of Kamoshida’s bitch, y’know?” For a moment, Makoto sees red. She shakes where she sits in barely-contained anger, doing breathing exercises to keep her composure. She wants to tell the boy off so bad, but before she does anything too rash, she reminds herself about where she is. She couldn’t risk them finding her, so she begrudgingly lets the comment slide.

“Not cool, man, not cool.”

“Heh, you’re right, my bad,” he says with a laugh. “But you can’t really blame me, the girl’s a total hottie and a model.” Makoto’s disdain for the boy grows as she begins to wonder just how much longer she is going to have to listen to them gossip.