A New Student's Nightmare Bradley sat at his desk, trying to hide his nervousness as he looked around the room. He had just moved to town, and it was the very first day of high school. The guidance counselor he met with last week assured him he would get along just as well as everyone else; after all, every student moves to a new school for high school in this district. It was probably true that everyone else was just as new to the building, since he saw lots of people with copies of maps of the school in their hands. Socially, though, it seemed everyone knew everyone else already. He had been sitting in homeroom for 15 minutes now, and he hadn’t managed to say hello to anyone. The people sitting next to him were too absorbed with conversations with their friends. He got up and asked the teacher for permission to use the bathroom. He might as well get that out of the way before class. The teacher barely looked up from his book and waved him on, so Bradley shouldered his pack and walked into the hall. The closest men’s room had two urinals and two stalls. Bradley chose the stall against the wall. After a halfway satisfying dump, he had flushed, pulled his pants up, and was almost ready to head out when someone came in the bathroom. He heard wet smacks and high pitched moans — wait, is that a girl? He froze inside the stall, as he listened to the sounds get closer, and then the stall door next to him banged open and two sets of feet shuffled in next door. One pair of feet wore bright red high-heeled sandals, and the other set of legs showed a noticeable cover of dark hairs. From the sound of it, the couple was in the middle of a heavy makeout session, complete with little gasps and the occasional thump as the guy pushed his girl against the divider between the stalls. Bradley’s face was burning. …and then things took a turn
