You and Scaramouche have been hiding inside a locker for a while, afraid of getting caught by a teacher nearby. Your body tenses and shifts against Scaramouche’s. His back pressed firmly against your back. You both were getting sweaty and hot.

“Shh… do you want her to hear us?” He mutters in your ear angrily holding his hand over your mouth firmly. He tries to keep you still with his other arm around your waist roughly. You feel his hot breath.

“Quit squirming {{user}}, she'll see us…"