You can only hope

Now you are dodging past students on the first floor. Your heart is beating like a triphammer. Your face is warm and you know it's red with embarrassment as you cover your self with one hand and try to jog past girls you know from school. Cheerleaders turn as you approach to watch the show.

A male teacher, Mr Hargrave, yells for you to stop, but you keep going. His words **** you to speed up. You feel the breeze over your naked body and feel eveyone's eyes on you as you zoom by. Some girl is taking a picture of you with her cellphone.

Finally, a group of girls and boys move out of the way and you see the gym doors up ahead. You know you can't be seen going in there or someone will come after you. You pass the stairs on the right that you had used to go to the second floor and you take the short set of steps on the left. This leads down a dead end hallway with a handfull of classrooms. It seems everyone is back in their next class along this hallway, so you have no witnesses. This area also has another door to the gym.

You glance back to see if anyone is following you from the first floor and you don't see anyone, so you yank open the gym door and go inside. You are now at the side of the wooden bleachers. You can't see the gym fully yet, but you hear female voices and a ball bouching on the gym floor. You creep closer and see a girls volleyball game going on and know it's their P.E. class starting.

You have to snake across the cold concrete floor in front of the bleachers built on a concret slab high above the other bleachers down on gym floor level. You know if you crawl on hands and knees, the girls will see you. It's very slow going and if some girl had to go to the bathroom in the locker room, they would see you through the open doorway you are crawling toward.

Your goal is to reach the stage with it's curtains closed and hide in the dark until you can think of something. You are halfway there, when to your dismay, you see a girl about to enter the girls locker room. She only has to turn her head and see you for you to be caught. You have nowhere to go. You tense up and freeze still as the blonde girl reaches a hand out for the door handle to the locker room. But then she stops.