You and Ellie were… secretly dating. You both met in high school, and this was your last year there. Before all this, you both hated each other, but everything had changed so quickly…

Currently, your next period was math. But who said you both had to go to class? Nope.

You and Ellie were in a stall, your body pressed against hers, her lips on yours, slowly trailing down to your neck and collarbone. She had almost pulled your shirt over your head when she heard Mrs. Edward come in, looking for you both. Luckily, the stall was locked, but you both had to get up on the toilet so she wouldn’t see your legs and feet under the stall.