You can’t take it.

You know running won’t really help, but there’s only so long you can hold out. The sensation on your shaft only gets stronger, phantom licks lingering and layering over each other impossible ways, and if you stay put all that’s going to happen is a mess in your hands in front of the whole class.

“E-Excuse me!” You stammer, bolting back out of the room before Mr. Parker can stop you. Classes are still ongoing, so thankfully there’s no one around to see you sprinting down the hall, or at least trying to; Cecilia hasn’t let up stimulating you, and your knees nearly buckle underneath you at any pace faster than a limping jog. You press on though, trying to think through the distracting sensations where you might be able to find a moment’s peace. Cecilia was able to get to you in both the classroom and in the bathroom— could she get to you in the locker room? It was hallway across the school, but whether or not it was out of her range, it was the only other room in the building that you knew had a second pair of pants waiting for you.

The tingling in your privates eases up slightly, but you can tell you aren’t out of the woods so easily: the lockers melting on either side of you as you run proved it. You jump as ceiling tiles start falling around you, nearly hitting you, but then you blink and they’re gone. The bells ring to signal the end of class, over the rumbling of the school supposedly falling apart, but it’s the first thing to give you pause. If the bell is real, and you have no idea whether or not it is, you’re about to have company in these halls and be back to square one.