UNRAVEL ~ Stories Untold~

~ Four~

"shit shit shit he saw me"
I turn around closing my eyes tightly as I trot to the top floor with my senses on red alert, confirming him having left .
A part of me is relieved of him leaving, going back  in his office, yet another part of me is still scared he might call my parents and tell them I'm feeling 'under the weather' and hence not attending class. Then again does he know my name? Maybe .... Of course he must... The employees of the administrative office know almost each student's face and name because of their frequent synching with the documents.
'shit what if he really does?'
Then again..this isn't my first time bunking. Im pretty sure my disappearance has been recognized as well. I did that last class too, asking for washroom and then disappearing later on. Yet he didn't ask, which I am actually relieved and glad of. But I've never been caught before, and I don't want to.
         Never felt so long, sitting alone at a quiet unused place without any music or anyone to talk to. 'should I go back to class? No...that'd be  very weird now...I've already spent half an hour here...I cant just show up saying I was in the washroom for SO long.' But the thought keeps eating me up. 'what if he's already called my parents?' or ' what if he's gone back to class to check on me and find me missing there as well? Then I'm bound to answer his little set of questions when I see him the next time with an explanation worth to cover my half blatant lie.'
I'm done for.
Two breaths, and the third one halfway stuck in my throat ; the same voice echoes in my ears From the other side of the wall. I can feel the contractions in my chest- rapidly but I dare not move.  As I raise my head and lower it again as fast as possible, I catch his figure. He seems to be interviewing a woman I saw on the bleachers about twenty minutes ago, who gave me unreadable looks as I made my way upstairs ignoring her. 'It's alright, he won't come up, there's no reason for him to.' I rub my arms around myself back and forth in an attempt to calm down. I'm aware of the consequences that might happen even with just an 'accidental slip' of my shoe against the concrete. Hand over my mouth Now, I steady my breathing to as silent as possible. My nails sink deeper into the flesh of my closed palm. Ahed of me lies the staircase, which if I take I'm doomed to be caught. Behind me, is the dead end of the locked balcony.
I'm stuck.
I check the time on my watch.
Seventeen minutes until the next class starts.
If he doesn't move, I can't move either.
Nor can I make up any story to tell if I'm caught here. I cautiously peek again and this time, spot him going into a classroom.  Waiting for a good five minutes I make my decision before it's too late. And that's my cue to use my legs to their maximum strength, dashing silently to the floor of where my classroom is and slipping in the washroom.
10 minutes. Yes. Excellent.
Thankfully, luck is on my side and nobody enters the washroom for the remaining time which feels like an eternity to me.
The distinct chatter of students falls to my ears as relief washes over me.  The class has ended. Which means I'm good to go now.
I step out and walk inside my classroom, looking absolutely normal while my heart is rejoicing.

____