"Well, looks like it can't be helped. It seems like whomever made that muffled noise is too scared to show their true face. That or I've finally been driven to insanity. In any case, we'll have to go through every stall, one by one," the group eyed each other and communicated through sign language. That look Vanessa gave was one that roughly translated to: "You watch my back while I open the door. I don't want to get sucker punched and ruin my fabulous makeup." Yes, the book smart was also very fond of cosmetics and aesthetics. The three shared a mutual understanding and the brave one of the pack wasted no time in her sleuthing.
Meanwhile, Rebecca was sweating bullets in her little hiding spot. The cat was out of the bag now and there was no turning back. The reverberation of doors being slammed open almost scared her half to death. It was hard to accept such a cruel fate, but she was trapped. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. She had the pleasurable experience of awaiting her death sentence.
It didn't take very long. The ladies' room only contained six stalls, and, much to Rebecca's migraine, her's was at the far end, meaning they saved the best for last. The suspense was enough to kick her instincts into overdrive as she heard the stall next to her being checked. It was her turn, but she didn't want to lose without a fight. Adding to the lock of her door, the brunette maintained a firm hold over the handle. If it took every last bit of her strength, the teen was desperate to use her whole, underage body as a meat shield to preserve her secrecy. A rough pull was all she needed to know that the seniors were on the other end of her stall.
"Hey, this one won't budge one bit. I think there really is someone in here," the bossy ingénue noted, combining her left and right hand as a last ditch effort to pry the door open. "Give me a hand here, girls."
Rebecca was at her wits' end. Her arms complained at her tedious task and could barely hold much longer. 'Can't. Give. Up!'
"Grrrr! All at once, girls! One. Two. Three. Pull! There! It's starting to give in! Come on, girls! Just one last pull! We're almost there!" The gritted teeth and heaving made it look like an intense rowing competition. Of course, to have three individuals pitted against our protagonist was an evident overkill, and Rebecca's muscles caved in at long last. "Ha. Took you long enough to give up."
Within the depths of the excruciating stall was but a measly student. Rebecca stood there, sheepishly rubbing her head as she faced three fuming, but mildly intrigued women. "U-um, hello there. I hope you didn't break your hands on the way in. Ha ha..." Now that her shelter was unearthed, Rebecca got a glimpse of whom she was dealing with. The sassy-looking one - whom she assumed to be the arrogant, spoiled brat - had long, wavy blond hair. Her eyes were green like emerald, and she had an unimpressed expression. The shortest one appeared more inquisitive than angry. She was a ginger with much paler skin than her own. She had trouble seeing her as a senior seeing as she looked younger than everyone in the room. The third towered over her associates. Raven hair with a tinge of violet? Interesting choice of color. Her arms were folded and she stared at her with impassiveness.
"You have some nerve to hide yourself here during class. I've never seen you before, but that uniform tells me that you're a freshman," the blonde one voiced her thoughts albeit with more malice than intended. "Do you have any idea of the offense you just committed?"
'They can tell I'm a freshman from my uniform? Hold on, their own uniform aren't even remotely as revealing as mine!' Rebecca growled. It was true, the Three Stooges were dressed in a formal attire. Full length blue shirts, skirts that fit their hips and ebony leather shoes. It just wasn't fair! How come newcomers had to expose themselves explicitly!
The tall, black-haired gal stepped in. "We'll take your silence as a 'no' then. We don't know how long you've been here, but your behavior warrants some punishment. In this school, you should know exactly what that means."
Looking back, Rebecca should have kept her mouth shut. Better yet, sewed it completely. "What would that be?"
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