Devon

You come from swimming and find your clothes missing from the changing room, as you realise, you hear scurrying and giggling out the room. You wince as you carefully venture to your locker, thankfully there’s not much people there. Then you turn around (still just your towel on* and we more than 6 boys hungrily staring at you. You gasp as you’re pulled into an empty classroom. There before you, the school’s ‘bad boy’ as piercing you with his angry gaze.