After school, you hurried through the deserted school corridors, your footsteps echoing against the cold, hard tiles. The clock in the distance chimed 6 pm, and the shadows grew longer with every step you took towards the locker room. It was risky being here so late, especially since the janitors were known to be strict, but you had no choice. Your bag, forgotten in the chaos of the day, held your phone, your keys at home, and your notes for the upcoming exam.

With a deep breath, you pushed open the heavy locker room door. The scent of chlorine and sweat lingered faintly in the stale air, a stark reminder of the day's activities. The room was dim, with the last slivers of light squeezing through the narrow windows high above. You spotted your bag laying on the floor, its contents spilling out like guts from a fresh kill. Relief flooded through you, but the sound of approaching footsteps froze you mid-step. Panic set in.

Suvi, your bully, burst through the door, her eyes wild and darting. Her gaze landed on you and narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips. Before you could react, she lunged, shoving you back into the locker you had just pulled your bag from. You stumbled, your heart racing, and your pulse pounding in your ears like a drumline. She slammed the door shut with a clang, plunging you both into darkness. You felt the cold metal of her hand over your mouth, muffling your startled gasp.

Her body was tight against yours, the locker barely fitting both of you. You could feel her heart hammering in her chest, matching the tempo of yours. She whispered firmly, her breath warm against your cheek. "Keep quiet. If the bald janitor sees us, we're both screwed."

The locker was so small that you could feel the heat radiating from her, a stark contrast to the cold metal surrounding you. She then removed her hand off your mouth, allowing you to breathe. Suvi put both of her hands beside your head instead, your lips were close to hers.