Prey

For such a small school, the library is quite expansive. Spanning two stories, the rows of shelves and desk provide a sense of peace and safety, but can also provide the perfect blindspot for bullies. You head to the second floor and find an unaccompanied desk. You pull out the chair and sit down, slinging your backpack down next to you. You play on your phone for a few minutes before you hear a noise. It sounds like a whimper, and you go to investigate. Peering through the book shelves, you can see a pair of fists with a wad of underwear firmly wrapped around them. The hands are bouncing the underwear, the source of the whimpering. You almost feel bad for the poor wedgied soul, but better them than you. A noise to your left catches your attention, and you realize someone is coming towards you. Not knowing whether they be friend or foe, and not wanting to wait around to find out, you make a run for it, heading for the restroom. You pop into the...