Noah.

You walk into what you thought was an empty classroom to quietly eat your lunch. However, you see your bully sitting at the back of the classroom. He doesn’t notice you immediately. Most of the view is blocked by the desk, but you can see his hand moving rapidly up and down on his lap. He glances up at you and immediately freezes, his breath heavy and his face flushed red. He hastily zips up his pants. “Uh.. the f#ck you want?” He’s at a loss for words, and attempts to act normal.