Luckily the photocopy room was still empty by the time she got back in there. She grabbed the stack of photocopies and made a run for it.
Once in the boys bathroom she hid in a stall and started writing the phone number on each page. In retrospect it would have been easier if she had just done it to one and then made copies of it, but she hadn't been thinking clearly at the time.
She heard the door open and some boys came in. Her heart raced. The stall was disgusting.
Much worse than the female bathroom with graffiti and their were lewd drawings everywhere. Even the toilet seat was nasty. She opted to stand rather than sit on it, even clothed.
Soon after the boys were gone, and the bell rang for the next class to begin. She would be late to class but so what?
Once she was alone again she snuck out and went to the counter. It was slightly cleaner than the seat, but still gross.
How would he even fucking know? God damn it, she leaned over and started licking the cleanest spot on the sink. It tasted like soap and grime. After a few licks she'd decided that she'd given it her best shot and set the copies down.
Her heart sinking she saw a spot of water slowly seep through on the bottom right corner.
Hopefully he wouldn't check. Nothing to do now anyways... she ran out of the bathroom before anyone could see her.
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