Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Smoking/Film Them
From the sounds inside the storeroom, you could guess there were more than two students enjoying themselves. With this in mind, you decided to approach this in a safe way, so you could at least identify all the participants, even if some of them ran away.
So you got your cellphone out and started to record video. This cellphone had been the last gift you give yourself back in the city, when things still were working out, and somehow you’ve managed to retain it through the aftermath. It was pretty useless in Mahogany Hills, where reception was spotty at best, but right then you were happy to have it.
Trying not to make noise you opened the door and, phone close to your chest, took a peek inside.
The scene in the small room was everything you hoped for and more. Two boys and two girls were inside, the air heavy with smoke and excitement. It was clear this was not the first time this room was used for extracurricular activities, and you were probably the first adult to enter in quite a while.
The old desks and chairs had been hastily moved to the back wall to free space in the center of the room; along the floor you could see several empty bottles of beer and quite a lot of cigarette butts, but the main attraction was an old mat laid on the floor, where a boy and a girl were engaged in a heavy petting session.
The boy was underneath the girl, his hand planted firmly on her butt, over her panties, the other probably under her blouse. The girl was grinding herself on his crotch while they kissed and moaned with abandon. Both still wore their school uniforms, even if the girl’s skirt was flipped over her back showing her pink lacy panties (another rule violation).
Standing around, looking with equal measure of curiosity and lust, while giggling like idiots, were another boy and girl. The girl was holding a joint, but they were clearly more interested in the show in front of them than the drug in her hands.
The two students on the mat were clearly older than the two watching the show, perhaps 14 or 15, the boy watching was perhaps 12 or 13, while the girl holding the joint looked even younger, perhaps even 10 or 11.
Even though they all had a good view of the door, they were so immersed in participating or watching the show that they didn’t notice you as you started filming. The faces of the two children watching were easy to see, so you focused on filming the laying teenagers, trying to get a good shot at the boy’s face, almost completely hidden by the girl on top of him.
“Hey!” screamed the young boy, finally looking at you. His eyes were bloodshot and his movements wild, but that didn’t stop him from launching at you, more specifically, at the door behind you.
You could’ve probably stopped him, he was much smaller than you, after all, but you had his face on tape, and you didn’t want to risk damaging your phone. So you smiled and moved to the side to let him pass, focusing on the rest of the surprised students.
By now the girl had dropped the joint and the two teenagers were rolling and trying to stand.
“Let’s not make a scene,” you said, hoping to keep them there.
And then you had to duck to dodge an empty beer bottle that came at you, launched by the girl. This spurred the others into action, and while the girl sent another bottle flying your way, the two teenagers ran out the door, followed closely by the girl. Neither seemed too steady on their feet, and you could probably catch at least one if you hurry, but in your hands you already had their faces, so there was no hurry.
You turned off the recording on your phone and made sure the file was saved, you could review it latter, but you were pretty sure all had shown their faces at one time or another.
You looked around the now empty storeroom, and sadly discovered the joint had been trampled, and was ruined. A more detailed examination showed only cigarette butts and empty beer bottles, no more weed or even dirty magazines around.