Chocked
VIOLET'S POINT OF VIEW
"Wait, were you spying on us?" he asked, and I instinctively lowered my head, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me.
"No... I... I mean... I was just really pressed... No, I... I just needed to pee," I stammered, my words tumbling out in a rush, and he let out a loud scoff right after.
"The last time I checked, this isn't the only toilet around here. Or do you want to join our little fun?" he replied, and when I looked up, his smirk was all too familiar. Instantly, I frowned, feeling a surge of annoyance, and I turned on my heel, heading straight for one of the nearby restrooms.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" I heard him call after me, but I chose to ignore him, rolling my eyes as I shut the door behind me. I settled down on the toilet seat, feeling frustrated. What a man-whore! How dare he ask me something like that? I couldn't believe the audacity! Then again, I realized it was partly my fault. After all, I had walked a bit too close to the door, which probably put me in his line of sight.
As I finally let go and relieved the pressure building in my bladder, I took my time, not wanting to risk running into him again as soon as I stepped out of the stall. It felt like an eternity, but after a few minutes, I knew I had to gather my thoughts and face whatever nonsense he might throw my way next.
After finishing up in the restroom, I stood up and quickly slipped on my pants. Fortunately, I found that the restroom was empty, as the other kids had already left. I took a deep breath to steady myself, then made my way back to class. As I approached, I could hear the unmistakable voice of our chemistry teacher, Mr. Finbar, resonating through the halls—his loud, croaky tone made it clear that he was already in full teaching mode.
With a heavy sigh, I inhaled deeply, gathering whatever courage I could muster, and pushed open the classroom door. As soon as I entered, Mr. Finbar abruptly halted his lesson. I could feel the weight of my classmates’ gazes upon me, every pair of eyes in the room seemed fixated on my arrival.
"Good morning, Mr. Finbar," I said quietly, my head bent low as I tried to avoid locking eyes with him or anyone else in the classroom.
He didn’t even acknowledge my greeting properly, instead responding rudely,
"Are you just now arriving at school?"
I fumbled for words,
"No, sir, I… I went to the restroom," hoping to explain myself. But he scoffed loudly, smirking as he did so, making my face flush with embarrassment.
"Oh, I must’ve forgotten that you have a leaking bladder! Or could it be that this time, it’s a leaking anus?" he retorted, and that comment sent the whole class into a fit of laughter. The embarrassment washed over me like a wave. I bit my lip to stifle my reaction, wishing more than anything that I could just sink into the floor and disappear from sight.
"The fact that you're at the top of the class doesn’t give you the privilege to stroll into my classroom whenever you please," he reprimanded, his voice stern.
"If you can't control your bodily functions—and I mean it—then you should just take care of that inside the classroom. Just know that if it happens again, I won’t hesitate to chase you out when you interrupt my lesson."
With that, the fervor in the room escalated, and his remark hung in the air, eliciting snickers from several students.
"Are you planning to take a seat, or are you simply going to stand there gawking at your hideous skirt?" he added, igniting another wave of laughter throughout the classroom. As I made my way to my desk, I could feel the weight of their gazes burning into me. It was as if I was the sole performer under a spotlight, and the audience was reveling in my discomfort.
"Now, let’s get back to our lesson," he declared, redirecting his focus towards the board, resuming his teaching routine as if the previous chaos had never happened.
I was just starting to gather my thoughts and take out my notebooks when I heard the soft voice of my friend Niana whispering from behind me.
"Are you alright, bestie?" she asked with a hint of concern in her tone. I managed a nod, trying to shake off the embarrassment and pulled my notebooks from my bag, ready to jot down whatever was next.
But just as the class settled down and Mr. Finbar was back on track, the door swung open with a bang. In walked Dylan, strutting in with an air of arrogance, accompanied by the girls he had been fooling around with in the restroom moments before.
And to my utter disbelief, Mr. Finbar—our so-called strict chemistry teacher—didn't utter a word of reprimand. Instead, he even had the audacity to bow slightly in Dylan's direction. I nearly let out a loud scoff; the blatant favoritism was almost too much to bear.
Well, being the child of the school's owner certainly has its perks, doesn't it? I mean, Dylan must be feeling a bit apprehensive about his position, especially since he's worried he might lose his spot at the school. Just the other day, a teacher tried to offer him some advice, and instead of taking it in stride, Dylan completely lost his cool and ended up getting that teacher fired in a fit of rage.
As usual, Dylan made his way to the back of the classroom, where he settled in with his three close buddies—Zayn, Brian, and Johnson. They’re not just friends; they're best friends, and they have this reputation for being some of the most attractive guys in the entire school, which doesn’t really do them any harm in terms of popularity.
The teacher pressed on with the lesson, trying his best to keep everyone engaged until finally, the bell rang for our break, and I can’t even express how relieved I felt when that happened. The instant the teacher exited the classroom, a wave of students surged out behind him —most of them eager to socialize, while others gravitated towards their respective friend groups, gossiping animatedly.
Not surprisingly, a few girls began to flock around Dylan and his crew, chatting and giggling, while I found myself rolling my eyes at how effortlessly he seemed to revel in their attention. It was all so casual for him, the way they reached out to him, touching him and laughing at whatever he was saying. I quickly turned my head away, trying to shake off the annoyance, and that’s when I realized Austin had been staring right at me. I shot my gaze away in a hurry, letting out a frustrated sigh. What was that about? Why on earth was he looking at me? It felt so strange and out of the blue, which only made it all the more confusing.
As I sat there lost in my thoughts, I suddenly heard a familiar voice call out to me. I looked up and saw Niana in front of me , her face lighting up with a bright smile.
“Hey! What’s with that expression?” she asked, her tone playful yet concerned.
“You know I can’t stand seeing you look sad.” I couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle in response, feeling grateful for her care.
“I’m not sad, just a little annoyed,” I muttered, barely able to keep the annoyance from my voice. Niana nodded her head in understanding, as if she could sense the frustration bubbling just beneath the surface.
“Wanna come with me to the cafeteria? I’m absolutely starving!” She exclaimed, dramatically rubbing her stomach for effect, which only made me laugh more.
“I really don’t feel like going to the cafeteria right now, but since you're hungry…” I sighed, casting my reluctance aside.
“Alright, let’s go.” Niana’s face lit up in joy at my response, and she shrieked with happiness before wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug.
“Thank you so much, bestie!” she said, her enthusiasm infectious. As I stood up, she quickly helped me gather my books and stuff them into my bag. We made our way to the cafeteria together, and as expected, it was as noisy as ever.
“Geez, this is exactly why I don’t like coming here. It feels like everyone comes to socialize rather than eat,” I remarked with a dramatic eye roll, settling down at a table facing her.
“Honestly, we don’t have much of a choice, girlfriend. I can’t just starve myself because of all the commotion,” Niana replied with a teasing chuckle. She then stood up, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
“Oops, excuse me for a moment. I’ll go grab our food really quick,” she said, making her way toward the serving area with a bounce in her step. I watched her go, feeling thankful for her cheerful energy and company.
With a deep sigh escaping my lips, I reached for my phone and pretended to engage with it. Honestly, the last time I had glanced around, it had turned out to be a rather unfortunate moment for me.
Lily and her friends had perceived my glance as a hostile glare, accusing me of shooting them irritated looks. If it were entirely up to me, I would have found refuge in the library by now. There's something about being in a quiet, serene environment that brings me a sense of freedom and comfort, a stark contrast to the chaos of this cafeteria.
Moments later, Nianna appeared with our food, announcing,
"Here’s our food!” She set it down after a brief wait, her energy infectious even as I tried to keep my own mood light.
“Thank you,” I replied with a gentle smile, grateful for the distraction.
“Alright then... let’s... dig in,” she exclaimed with a dramatic flair, her excitement palpable. Just as we were about to take our first bites, a loud scream pierced the air, jolting me out of my moment of anticipation. Confused, I glanced around, only to discover that the female students was shrieking in delight at the arrival of Dylan and his friends as they sauntered into the cafeteria. The sight made me roll my eyes audibly.
“I can’t believe they’re actually screaming over Dylan and his friends,” Nianna scoffed, her eyes narrowed at the spectacle.
“I can’t do that, I hate Dylan......... He’s such a notorious playboy.”She added with a scoff and I nodded.
“They’re so dumb,” as I returned my attention to my meal, trying to push aside the annoyance that was bubbling beneath the surface. I resumed eating, trying to drown out the commotion and focus on my food instead of the absurdity around me.
“Yeah,” Niana replied, and she went back to her meal, chewing thoughtfully.
“Oh, wait! You won’t believe what just happened when I went to the restroom earlier!” I said, eager to share the juicy detail. Instantly, she glanced up at me, clearly intrigued.
“What happened??” she inquired, her curiosity piqued.
I took a deep breath and said,
“Dylan was in there making out with two girls in the ladies’ restroom.” The moment the words left my mouth, Niana choked on her food.
“Here,” I said quickly, extending my hand with a cup of water to her.
“Are you alright?” I asked, eyeing her with concern as she nodded slowly yet continued to cough, drawing the attention of several students in the cafeteria who were now staring at us.
“I’m sorry! But honestly, why are you so shocked? You know he's a total playboy and this kind of stuff is his routine,” I continued, trying to ease her reaction.
“I was just shocked to see him doing that in the ladies’ restroom!” Niana nodded, still looking a bit dazed.
“Are you okay? You seem… I don’t know, maybe a bit upset or angry?” I started to say, noticing her expression but she cut me off.
“I’m fine, Violet. I just—I don’t really know. I need to step outside for a moment,” she said hurriedly, getting up and making her way out of the cafeteria. I was left there, astonished and bewildered, trying to process the sudden change in her demeanor.
What just happened? I can’t wrap my head around it. Why on earth would she be upset about Dylan making out with girls in ladies' restroom? It seemed so ridiculous to me.
I found myself scoffing in disbelief as I sat there, staring blankly at my plate of food, barely able to process the scene that had just unfolded. It was as if my mind was racing, trying to make sense of her reaction while my eyes were glued to the uneaten meal in front of me.