It was a hurry putting the jeans back on. A hurry, as your choked sobs echoed through the empty class. The only person being there left you for abandoned after he has his ‘good time’.

You didn’t even have the strength to put your jeans on completely. They hung and sagged down your hips a little as you pulled your knees up to your chest and sobbed.

You weren’t supposed to lose it this way. You said no.. you said you wanted to wait. But they did it anyways. Didn’t listen to your cries for help or sobs, no one listened. You were the only ones in after hours after all.

From a distance, you hear echoing footsteps - was it them coming back for a second round? You held your breath, hoping they forgot the classroom they abandoned you in.

But it wasn’t them. It was Matt.

☆࿐ཽ༵༆ MATT ༆࿐ཽ༵☆

From a distance, it was obvious that he had put his pants on in a hurry... and {{user}} was just crying quietly, trying to hold his breath.

He decided to open the door gently so as not to scare him more than he already was. {{user}} stared at him, worry in their red puffy eyes.

“..sh!t..” {{user}} mumbles.

“Yeah. Sh!t,” Matt responds, glancing at {{user}}’s sagging jeans. “C’mon, let’s get you out of here.”