There is a difference between hearing about something, even with detailed explanation, and getting a true feel of said thing, especially for something as low as the display devoid of any morals by a teacher of the school.
Had I played that audio, I might have been in danger, with no way to expect someone to save on the rooftop. However, for the school, it would not have been hearsays that would have spread around, it would have been a death sentence for the reputation of the school, for its standing built over years of good results.
It is the difference between drinking water too hot and directly being drenched in boiling water while looking at the approaching boiling oil about to be forced down the throat.
Death would be a relief, actually.
The principal inhales, and lets go of his pen. He leans back and looks at me.
"I understand. We have really failed. Go back and rest well. If you need some time at home, I can allow you a leave for absence."
I take my phone back and nod.
"Thank you, principal, but there is no need. If there is nothing else, I will go now."
"Go. And if you visit your red-haired friend, tell her that the school is sorry for what happened to her. She can take her time to recover."
I give a polite nod to the old man, and put my bag on my back again before walking out. The relief inside flares up, and I can feel it even through the door without having to focus.
I walk through the crowd of curious stares. I'm the new popular kid, apparently. Or obviously. Well, I have never really lacked popularity, being beautiful and all, even though Emmie is my only true friend. And though I have tried to keep to myself even more this year, I announced my break updates with Josh quite firmly on the first day.
All in all, I'm not bothered by the gazes, but I wrinkle my nose at some point. I forgot something, with my mind on a slightly different wavelength from the rest this year. Popularity equals desirability, and the thoughts of the hormonal male teenagers reflect exactly that.
From simply wrinkling my nose, I frown, but maintain a calm appearance. I feel like I'm surrounded by cavemen. Raw desire, condescending male chauvinism, images I would like to have missed, not just of myself being undressed, tied, dominated…
I breathe in, and out. Of course, with all of that, with the attention I'm depriving others of, I get hatred in return, born out of jealousy.
Brainless bags of flesh can only go well with cavemen in this advanced era.
I roll my eyes inwardly, and tuck disobedient strands of hair behind my ear. I seem to read, or hear, saliva being swallowed.
I shake my head with a suppressed sigh. I can never finish complaining about how dirtying swimming through minds is.
I take the bus again, but not to go home. Some stops later and I'm walking to Emmie's place. The afternoon sun is thankfully less harsh, especially since summer has passed.
*Ding-dong*
Shuffling sounds come from beyond the door, before there is a short pause on the other side, after which the door is swung open.
"Max!!!"
The red head slams herself against me. I wince while feeling grateful that she is not just skin and bones, that she is endowed well enough. She has enough flesh that only her momentum makes me suffer, and her weight.
"Emmie, get off me! You are heavy!"
"You! I'm not heavy! Humph!"
Saying that, the mischievous girl protests further by trying to fuse with me. But all I feel is the breasts crushing against my smaller ones. My hands are in the air, at loss, and a little defeated.
"Sigh, alright. You are not heavy. Now can you get off me? Or do you want me to remain outside."
Emmie pulls back to look at me with a grin on her face. I expect her to let go, but she seems to find my style with one cheek exposed and the other covered by my hair combed to that side today attractive. Her hands suddenly descend to my butt. She takes a hold of it, and squeezes it after filling her hands.
I exhale instinctively. Before I can process the lightning that flashed through my nerves and become exasperated, Emmie takes advantage of my open mouth to kiss me.
"Hmmm~"
I resist at first, then struggle, before rising to the challenge of the velvety tongue that is invading my mouth. I cup Emmie's face and return attack for attack. The battle stops being one-sided and becomes a back and forth, sometimes taking place in my mouth, sometimes in Emmie's mouth.
I don't even have time to be excited, like a car whose engine is still cold. The fight stops being for dominance at some point, and I push my assaulter back. We move over the doorway while she stops gripping my butt. She starts fondling my butt, creating warmth to chase away the cold in my engine.
At this point, her soft lips are not enough anymore. I push her back to free myself from her grip, turn to close the door, and throw my bag to the side, before finally becoming the assaulter this time.
Emmie's surprise is swallowed by my sweeping offense. This time, she is the one reacting to the attacks as I keep pushing her back.
She pulls at the strings at the collar of my blouse, before pushing it off me. Then she makes short work of my undershirt too. I pay her back by pulling her wide t-shirt off her, leaving her only in a sports bra. It is a modest garment, but her size makes it no less tantalizing than if it had been a seductive underwear.
The contrast between our size will never cease to cause an itch in my heart. With my pause, she continues moving back while pulling me by my bra. She embraces me to kiss me, but while making herself busy with the hook at my back.
As she frees my breast, letting their small forms breath, my hand has gotten under her tight surviving top. Like something agreed upon, she squeezes my breast and pinches my nipples while I sink my hands in her own chest.