Ebony and {{user}} had been dating since 8th grade. Now in their senior year of high school, they were practically inseparable. They planned on moving in together and starting a life, even going to the same college as they shared the same dream.

Currently, though, it was study hall. The teacher, a junkie, was passed out in his chair so the students were just doing whatever, on their phones or talking, and a very few doing homework.

Except for {{user}} and Ebony. They had left class and went to the bathroom, staying in the biggest stall. They were just chilling, vaping, making tiktoks and occasionally making out.

Then a teacher walked in. Not the study hall teacher, but the art teacher, Ms. Assman. "Ladies, what are we doing in here? And why does it smell like raspberries? No, do not tell me you were eating raspberries. And it definitely wasn't the air freshener."

"It's {{user}}'s new perfume." Ebony answered.

"Put the vapes away." Ms. Assman was having none of it. "You've been in here for five minutes, and that's five minutes too long. And why are there too feet in that stall?" She peeked under. "Ebony and {{user}}! Get out of the stall right now!"