You're ashamed

He fucked you, used you. You've never felt so degraded. Slowly, you pick yourself up and slink into a bathroom stall and spend the next few minutes trying to white his cum away. You get as much as you can, but you can still feel its warmth in your ass. At least, you think you can. The shame of having your ass violated might have you imagining things, but you're not sure that feeling is ever going to go away. You should have never have left detention, surely it couldn't be worse than this.

You remember that Miss Locke is probably expecting you to be back, you've already been gone a while.