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Standing in front of the class, I felt the weight of the room pressing down on me. My presentation was supposed to be perfect—I'd spent hours perfecting every slide. But when I clicked the remote, the screen filled with a chaotic mess of distorted images and broken text. Panic set in, and I fought to keep my voice steady as I tried to explain the project.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Le Chante scrunching her face in disgust. Her exaggerated expression made me feel a wave of humiliation. I tried to ignore it, but my anger bubbled up uncontrollably.

"Le Chante, do you have something to say?" My voice wavered. "Because it looks like you're smelling shit."

The room fell silent. I could feel every pair of eyes on me as Le Chante's face flushed with anger. She shot up from her seat. "What did you just say to me?" she yelled.

I was on the verge of tears. I fled the classroom, my vision blurring, and ran to the nearest bathroom. I locked myself in a stall and let the tears flow freely. I heard the bathroom door open and footsteps approach. It was my friend, Jess.

"Ava? Are you okay?" Jess's voice was soft and filled with concern. I stepped out of the stall, tears still streaming down my face. Jess took me in her arms, holding me tightly. "I messed up so badly," I sobbed.

"It's okay," Jess murmured, stroking my hair. "You did your best. It's just a presentation. Honestly, fuck Le Chante. She can go die or something."

Her comforting words did little to ease the sting of embarrassment, but her presence was a balm to my wounded pride. We stayed like that for a while, with Jess gently rubbing my back. Slowly, I began to calm down, feeling the support from her warmth and kindness.

"I just... I felt so exposed," I admitted, pulling back slightly to look at her.

Jess smiled softly, wiping away my tears. "It's okay to feel that way. You're not alone. Let's just take a breath, and when you're ready, we'll head back out there together."

I shook my head, tears welling up again. "No, Jess, I feel like such a mess. I don't want to go back."

Jess stepped closer, pulling me into a hug. "It's okay. Everyone has off days. It doesn't define you." Her words were soothing, but I still felt overwhelmed.

"Thank you for being here," I whispered, feeling her warmth envelop me. As the minutes passed, our comforting embrace turned into something more intimate. Jess's hands cupped my face, her gaze locked on mine. "I care about you, Ava," she said softly, her breath warm against my skin. "More than just as a friend."

I looked into her eyes, my heart racing. "I care about you too," I whispered. Our lips met in a gentle kiss, the stress of the presentation and the awkwardness of the earlier moment melting away. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate as we both sought solace and connection. Our hands roamed, finding comfort in each other's touch.

We broke the kiss reluctantly, our breaths mingling as we leaned into each other. Jess's eyes were full of affection and understanding, and I felt a renewed sense of calm. The world outside felt distant, and in that moment, it was just the two of us.

"I needed this," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jess smiled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Me too."

After we found ourselves alone in the bathroom, the tension between Jess and me seemed to intensify. Jess gently pressed me against the sink, her eyes filled with an earnest desire. Her hands roamed my body as her kisses grew more fervent.

"Are you sure about this?" Jess asked softly, her breath warm against my skin.

I nodded, my voice trembling with both excitement and need. "Yes, I want this. I need this, Jess."

Jess's lips traveled lower, her touch electrifying. She carefully lowered herself, and the sensation of her mouth on me was overwhelming. The pleasure built gradually, and I moaned softly, gripping the edge of the sink for support.

As Jess continued, her skill and attentiveness made the moment incredibly intense. I could feel the pressure and pleasure building, and I lost myself in the experience, the world outside the bathroom fading away. When Jess finally lifted her head, we shared a tender, breathless kiss. Her eyes were filled with a mix of affection and satisfaction.

"I hope that helped," she whispered.

I managed a shaky smile, my heart racing. "It definitely did. Thank you."

We took a moment to collect ourselves, smoothing out our clothes and making sure we looked presentable.

After leaving the bathroom, Jess and I headed back to the presentation room. The atmosphere was tense, but there was a newfound closeness between us. The incident with Le Chante and the PowerPoint felt like a distant memory as we approached the remaining students and staff.

We rejoined the group, trying to blend back in. Jess held my hand subtly, offering a silent show of support and connection. Her presence felt like a calming anchor in the storm of the day's chaos.

The presentation had resumed, and the room's mood was slightly lighter. Jess and I exchanged knowing glances, sharing an unspoken understanding. Our moment in the bathroom had deepened our bond, and though the situation was awkward and unexpected, it had led us to a new level of intimacy.

As the presentation wrapped up, Jess and I made our way out together. The earlier embarrassment had dissipated, replaced by a sense of solidarity and closeness. We walked side by side, ready to face whatever came next, our connection stronger than ever.

A/N. Fuck you Le shitty I hope you die you whore :) ALSO A REMINDER THAT MY NEW BOOK HAS 2 whole chapters out!!!!