Clear out and just try to make it to the next class.

You crawl over to the sink and climb up to splash some water on your face. You don't have the stomach to look yourself in the mirror just yet, not with nerd nut still sitting in yours. You gargle water and try to ignore the swimmers as you spit it out. After a few minutes you feel like you have rubbed your face raw. Your hair is damp and matted and your face rosy red, but you don't see any remaining evidence of your latest embarrassing escapade. You dry yourself as best you can with cheap paper towels and rush out of the restroom before someone else barges in and demands you blow them.

You peer out into the halls and, for once, luck is on your side. The halls are deserted. You will be late for first period, but that is the least of your worries. Keeping your head down, you make your way to class and try not to think about what awaits you. You try not to think what could be lower than blowing band betas in the bathroom or who will want to claim your throat next. You try not to think what will happen when your sister finds out, or what you will have to do to keep her from telling your parents. You try not to think about when the next time you will be **** to suck another hard, throbbing cock or how long it will be before they don't have to **** you.

While you are busy keeping your head down and trying not to think about the sordid, sticky things you can't stop thinking about, you run into the last person you want to find you wandering the halls alone...literally.

SMACK

You fall back on your ass and stare up in anxious awe of one of your top terrors...