Free Web NovelChapter 104: The restroom
I had never been in a more awkward situation in my whole life; I wished I could disappear. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. How had I even gotten into such a situation?
The playboy was watching me with a smirk on his face, while I did everything in my power not to look at him.
When would they finish up? Why was the guy taking so long to finish? Was he a wild beast? I could hear the force at the speed he was going, and he was being as ruthless as possible.
The girl was screaming and crying as he fucked her mercilessly, but she was definitely enjoying it. It must have been pleasure mixed with pain.
Anyway, I didn’t care; I just wanted them to finish up and leave. I wanted out. I might have collapsed if I had remained in that small space with Mr. Playboy.
A louder scream escaped the girl’s throat and almost caused me to run out of the stall. "Shh," I heard the boy hush her as her orgasm rushed out of her.
Alright, we were getting somewhere; they should be out in five minutes or so. And if they didn’t get out, I would leave the stall; I didn’t care what happened afterwards.
After about two minutes, the guy left the restroom, and the girl began to wash up; when she finished, she also left.
Thank the moon goddess. Once I heard the door close, I didn’t hesitate and walked out of the stall.
The Playboy came out right after me. I opened my mouth and attempted to issue a warning to him, but one of the stalls at the extreme end opened, and a girl in glasses came out.
Her appearance caused me to freeze.
Don’t tell me she had been there the whole time.
She turned the faucet on and began to wash her hands. "Listen," she started to speak, "I understand how crazy you two are for each other, but having sex in a female restroom is a bit too much. You might inconvenience others with your actions. Respect the school rules and take it outside next time; there are several motels open these days." She turned off the faucet, dried her hands, and immediately walked out.
Hold on... Don’t tell me this was what I thought it was. Did she think we had fucked? The Playboy and I?
No. No. No. Shit. I rushed to the door and tried to go after her. "Wait," I yelled, opening the door, but Mr. Playboy pulled me into the restroom and closed the door.
"Wait, you were mistaken. It wasn’t us," I continued to yell even after Mr. Playboy shut the door.
But what was his exact problem? What did he want from me? Did he come into this school to ruin my reputation?
Turning to him, I yelled, "Are you crazy?! Are you out of your damn mind?" I screamed, angered by his actions. Why did he keep doing this? Touching me, holding me, trapping me, pinning me to a spot. Why did he keep doing that?
I had gotten into this awkward situation because of him, and rumors might spread if I didn’t handle the situation quickly.
"There’s no use crying over spilled milk; rumors will spread. She was not the only one in the stall anyway," he said, and just then, one of the stalls opened and a smaller-sized girl came out.
She opened the door and rushed out of the restroom without a word to us.
A frustrated sigh left my lips, and I leaned against the tiled wall. This was his fault; this was his damn fault. This was his...
"I told you, there’s no use crying over spilled milk; rumors will spread whether you want it or not," he repeated.
"So, what do you suggest I do?" I groaned, lifting my gaze to meet his.
"What to do?" He frowned, "Why should you do anything?"
"You mean I should stay quiet and watch this happen? You want me to remain here and watch people think I screwed you in a female restroom?" I half-yelled.
"Yes," he answered.
Yes? Did he just use the three-letter word Y-E-S? He must have been out of his mind. He was crazy.
"But I’ll tell you a better way you can handle the situation, a way to cope," he stated.
"What fucking way?"
"Let’s do it," he said.
"Do what? Do fucking what?"
"Let’s fuck. Let’s make their thoughts become reality; that way, you won’t have to feel embarrassed about..." I didn’t let him finish and lifted my hand, ready to slap him, but before I could get to him, I stopped, withholding myself.
He was right. There was no use crying over spilled milk. I was the foolish one. I was the one possessed by the spirit of craziness. I’d suck it in and pretend it never happened.
"Oh..." He smirked, staring at my hand, which was close to his face.
I moved my hand down, and without a word, I exited the restroom.
But the crazy guy didn’t get the memo and came after me. "You haven’t given me an answer, princess. Are you playing hard to get? Or are you shy about it?" he asked, but I kept my gaze straight and kept moving to the class. The school was filling up with students; Ruby would be in school soon. I couldn’t wait!
I wanted her here more than ever, but before that, I would go to the dean’s office.
Yes. The dean’s office. I turned and took the route to his office.
"Where are you heading?" He noticed my change of course and interrogated me, but I didn’t respond.
I got to the dean’s office, knocked, twisted the door handle, and went in, but I met an empty office.
The door opened and the playboy poked his head in. "Is this the Dean’s office?" he questioned, but his appearance fueled my rage. Before I could stop myself, I marched to the door, pushed his head out, and immediately slammed the door on his face. Then I proceeded and locked it.
What nonsense!
I huffed before having my seat.
The dean arrived at his office five minutes before 8:00 am, but as he tried to open the door, he found it locked.
Shit, the door was still locked.
I rose to my feet and quickly unlocked it; the door opened to reveal a furious dean, but his expression softened once he noticed me.
"I’m sorry, I locked it because of someone," I apologized.
"Oh no, it’s not a problem," he laughed and entered his office. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
He went behind his desk, and I took my seat opposite him.
"How have you been? Is everything okay? It’s a delight to meet you," he said.
"I’m not fine; I’m here to make a complaint," I said.
"A complaint?"
"Yes. About a student. I believe he is a freshman."
"What? A freshman? How dare he?" He opened his laptop. "Do you know his name? I’ll immediately expel him from this institution. How dare he make things rough for you?" he groaned.
"I don’t know his name, but he has been on my neck since yesterday. Firstly, he sat at my table and even had the nerve to hold me. He also sat beside me in class, and today, he did worse."
"He entered the female restroom today. You should immediately expel him; I believe he has broken enough rules."
"We’ll investigate and sort things out. The student will not be here by lunchtime, I promise you."
Then he rose to his feet and bowed deeply. "Forgive us for not being careful enough; we should have been more careful while accepting students."
"You don’t have to. Just get rid of him. Quietly."
"Quietly?"
"Yes. I don’t want the brothers to know. Words must never get to them. Do you understand?"
A smile broke out on his face. "Yes! Thank you! Yes!" He grinned, looking pleased.
Keeping things quiet would save his career. He must have been excited.
"You don’t have to," I said, rising to my feet.
"I’ll escort you to the door." He followed me to the door. "We’ll conduct an investigation and get rid of him, I promise you."
"Alright," I said and exited the office.
**
"What??" Ruby yelled.
"You did what?"
"Shh. Keep your voice down," I cautioned her.
"You should have known this would happen after he followed you into the restroom. Everyone is talking about it. The rumors are spreading faster than they should."
"I’m not so surprised, though. It’s sex. Anything about it would spread."
Some people had been openly staring at me for a while now; it was getting exhausting, and the day had only just begun. I wondered how the rest of the week would go.
"I reported him to the dean; he promised to fix things before lunchtime."
"Good. Good job," Ruby said. "I can’t believe he did something this foolish. I was rooting for him, but he is crazier than the brothers."
"He is," I agreed.
In just two days, he had managed to turn me into a subject of ridicule.
People were wondering how I could have fucked another male in a restroom when I had four males at my disposal.
They saw me as stupid and greedy. They thought I was promiscuous, and I really hated that.
"We need to look for a way to handle things; let’s talk during lunchtime," she concluded when she noticed the lecturer enter the class.
**
Lunchtime
Ruby and I ordered our meal and went to my table. We were about to eat when something unexpected happened. Someone appeared.
The playboy appeared beside us, dropped his tray on my table, pulled a chair, and sat closer to me.
Wait, why the hell was he here? I thought he had gotten expelled or something. Why was he here?
