Stick it out, but by yourself.

"Thanks James but..." You say hesitantly, "I think I need some time to myself."

As you said this, you watched his face droop slightly, but he mustered up a slight smile and said: "Alright mate... If you need me, just shoot me a text." And with that he took off down the adjacent corridor towards the lunch hall. You let out a sigh, running a hand through your long, and now flowing hair as you went off in the other direction, not sure where you were setting off to, but knowing you just needed some time to yourself. You walked and walked, as students around you chattered amongst themselves, stealing glances, making you feel more and more self conscious. Why you? You hadn't ever done anything to deserve this. Eventually the gazes became too much as you darted into a classroom, out of sight of everyone. It was a dimly lit science lab, the windows covered in shadows from towering parts of the school nearby so the room had a dull glow from the distant sun on the fields.

Letting out a huff, you pulled a chair over to the window sill, heaving your backpack onto it as you pulled out your lunch. At least some things are normal, you thought with a satirical snort, pulling out a depressing looking sandwich, a small cereal bar and an apple, and began to eat. It was weird. You had never eaten by yourself, hidden away in a classroom before. Usually you ate in the cafeteria, or sometimes out on the hill where you could watch cheerleader practice with James. You sighed as you took another bite of your sandwich, before you heard the door begin to open behind you. Panicking, thinking it was maybe a teacher and that you might get in even more trouble today for being in a classroom without permission, you grabbed your stuff and quickly ducked underneath the desk. You made it as the sound of the door swinging open and a set of footsteps entering the room, as well as the door shutting behind, and then...

A feminine giggle echoed throughout the classroom, followed by what sound like a boy shushing them whilst holding back his own laughter. "Shhh baby, shhhh." You heard him say, "We'll get caught if you're so loud." The giggling quieted down as you heard a whisper, getting closer, respond.

"Isn't that half the fun?" You saw a pair of jean clad legs right in front of your face and the desk you were hiding under as you covered your mouth, quickly joined by a pair of smooth, feminine legs, covered by nothing save a pair of ankle high socks with the school logo on and clean white sneakers. This was a familiar attire to you, as you peaked up and had your mind blown and suspicions confirmed. Above you was Cindy Taylor, the blonde cheerleader and head bitch of the popular girls in her full cheerleader outfit, but that wasn't what shocked you. Underneath her red and yellow trim skirt was a glistening and shiny cunt, literally dripping down her beautiful tanned thighs. And there was nothing covering it. From where you were you couldn't make out who the guy was, but judging by who Cindy usually hung around, it was probably some jock or player from the basketball team. "Isn't it exciting?" You pressed your back against the back of the desk as her leg worked it's way forward, rubbing against the side of the guys sensually, and almost kicking you.

This was followed up by a slight "Eep!" from Cindy as you watched her stand up rigid for a moment before being picked up off the floor as the guy spun round with her, placing her up on the desk with her legs dangling down, "Ooooo~" She cooed, her legs beginning to swing back and forth slightly, causing you to lean back further. "Somebody's getti- Ah~" Cindy was cut off as you saw her legs press together, the guys arm now going to what looked to be... You heard Cindy above you moan some more, as the guy began to move his arm- No, his hand in a way to pleasure her. He was fingering her. He was fingering Cindy fucking Taylor. On a desk, right above you. You felt your own pussy begin to moisten as you listened to her moans of pleasure, as you squirmed underneath, trying not to let them know of your presence...