Yes

Clara let out a dry laugh, savoring my desperation as if it were an expensive liquor. "Five minutes, Lola," she decreed, turning her back on me implacably. "If you aren't where I can see you when I get back, I’ll leave and let fate decide who finds you first."

The sound of the heavy locker room door slamming shut behind her left me plunged into a sudden silence—thick and heavy with a consuming anguish. I let out a trembling sigh, experiencing a twisted mix of relief for not being dragged outside immediately, and an overwhelming anxiety from knowing I was completely helpless in the middle of the place.

I ran barefoot across the damp tiles toward the shower area, looking for the furthest stall; that shadowy corner where the fluorescent light flickered with an intermittent hum, and the darkness offered a false refuge. I curled up against the cold wall, hugging my knees to my chest to hide my bare breasts. I was wearing my ridiculous pink garment, the piece of fabric with the message "Open It" still damp and warm against my skin, which was still vibrating with extreme sensitivity from the intensity of what had just happened with Clara. I closed my eyes and began counting the seconds in my mind, praying to heaven that she would keep her word and not take long.

One, two, three minutes...

Suddenly, the violent metallic screech of the main door made me jump. My heart did a wild flip of pure joy, believing the nightmare was over.

"Clara?" I whispered, straightening up a bit from my hiding place, peeking my head out with my pulse racing.

But the response I got was not my companion's voice.

"I told you there’d be no one here at this hour, relax," a male voice said—deep, rushed, and heavy with an unmistakable urgency. "Shut up, we're going to get caught," a female voice replied amidst nervous, muffled giggles. "We should be in calculus class, you're an idiot."

I froze in place, feeling panic close up my throat until I was almost breathless. I pressed my back against the freezing tiles at the far end, shrinking, trying to disappear, fearing that the volume of my own heartbeat or the curves of my naked body would betray me through the stall opening. They were two students. And judging by the rhythmic sound of rubber soles and the thuds against the metal lockers, it was obvious they hadn't come to change for gym class. They were looking for the same thing Clara had just taken from me: a forbidden corner.

"Nobody comes here first period, babe, I assure you," the boy insisted, his breathing already heavy, as the echo of wet, clumsy kisses began to resonate off the locker room walls.

Through the residual steam and the gloom, the certainty of my vulnerability became unbearable. I was completely naked, trapped just a few feet away from a couple in the middle of an embrace, and my only defense was a pink thong soaked with the map of my own lust.