To school

Bill and Shelley were already hanging out near his locker box. The two main problems of all high school students. Bill was the captain of the football team, Shelley was his girlfriend, and, of course, where without stereotypes, the head of the cheerleaders.

And, as if these two decided to collect a stereotypical royal flush, both were also moral monsters.

Bullying other students, setting things up, initiating quarrels between people... And, at the same time, they remained the most popular people in the school. And yet, as luck would have it, their boxes were next to Alex’s box.

Alex wasn't a complete nerd. But he was not one of the particularly popular guys. He was not a member of the football team, he was an average student... In general, he was a simple guy who just somehow survived in the hell that high school had turned into.

Usually, he tried to go to his locker AFTER those two had left. Alas, today they were clearly engaged in some kind of relaxed conversation, and as a result, they had no intention of leaving anywhere. Alex sighed heavily and leaned against the wall at a distance and began to watch what was happening.

Time dragged on, but a couple of hooligans were in no hurry to leave.

“Damn! How I wish you would shit yourself and get out of here, huh!” Alex muttered as he realized there were about five minutes left before class started.

The ring became slightly warmer, although the wearer did not even notice it.

"Shelley... Um... I need to run! Urgently!" - suddenly blushing Bill, without waiting for the girl’s answer, with a strangely restrained but hasty step, walked away towards the gym... And the men’s locker room with a shower.

Shelley herself didn’t even hear him. She froze with an expression of absolute horror on her face. What she felt now was impossible. Unthinkable. Her reputation was about to end. With a sudden movement, she threw open her locker door, grabbed Bill's old sports jacket, wrapped it around her waist, and rushed out of the school at great speed.

Shelley didn’t even notice Alex, whom she rushed past, although in a different situation she would not have failed to at least insult him.

Alex looked at her in surprise. This, of course, was absolutely impossible, but he could have sworn that there was a distinct smell of shit in the air.

Alex cursed and went to his locker.