it was lunch time and you walked into a seemingly empty classroom, until you saw your bully Nash at the back of the classroom. you noticed his hand was moving up and down rapidly on his lap, but you couldn't see much else. you could hear him panting and whimpering slightly, until he finally looked up and saw you staring at him. he quickly zipped his pants up and looked back up at you with a flustered face. "what are you doing here!?" he yelled, still panting and his face was red.