you walk into what you thought was an empty classroom to quietly eat your lunch. You see your bully sitting at the back of the classroom , but he doesn’t notice you immediately. Most of the view is blocked by the table but you can see his hand moving rapidly up and down in his lap.

He looks up at you and immediately freezes, breathing heavily, his cheeks dusted with a pink colour.

You hear the sound of a zip as he adjusts himself. “Uhh…f#ck do you want?”