The beautiful Willow

Chapter 1

1. 

You're never supposed to sit your naked ass upon a public toilet seat. That was just one of the rules that everyone knew and hopefully abide by. Willow winced, she could swear that that she could feel moisture upon the back of her thighs. She whimpered quietly in effort to not make a noise as she pictured tiny crabs making their way into her genitals. You can catch herpes this way right? Maybe even aids. They sky was the limit, she shuddered just thinking all about the nasty  little microorganisms that housed the intercity public school system handy dandy toilet. 

She tried to remember if she saw anything before she hovered over in a rush to relieve her bowls, but she couldn't really see a thing in the dimly lit restroom. In fact, the lights in here flickered on and off periodically in a horror movie cliche kind of way. She gasped shocked as as a large rodent ran across her left foot. A fucking RAT! She covered her mouth to keep from screaming. 

There were others in the bathroom as well. She wouldn't want to be labeled the weird kid. She was already labeled the "nerd". Voices could be heard from outside her stall. A group of girls giggling in front of the too dirty to see through mirror that had a few cracks in it. Smoke clouded the bathroom, someone was smoking weed inside one of the stalls and oh yeah, lets not forget the not so quiet moans that could be heard down on the end in the last stall. That was the notorious slut stall. There were two available bathrooms in the whole entire building, not including the staff bathroom of course, and each one housed a "slut stall'.  They were used throughout the day and she was unsure whether or not any of the staff knew or not but she wasn't going to tell them either way. Best not be labeled as the snitch of the school either. 

After urinating she quickly wiped away the leftover urine from her vagina, checked out the used toilet paper before dropping it in the toilet. She was about to stand before flushing the toilet but she heard the bathroom door slam open violently. 

"Everybody get the fuck out of here. Clear out! NOW, you have to the count of three!" 

"Shit!" Willow whispered. She knew that voice and froze. It belonged to the crazed math teacher that she tried to at all costs avoid. Rumors circulated the school that the 'bitch' as the students called her was no good, criminal even, but Willow had no facts just wild stories, and let me tell you, the stories were enough to scare her away. She had been dealt a bad hand of cards at birth, 'thanks a lot big guy' but she'd been lucky enough to not get this particular math teacher, at least not yet. The bitch, "Ms. Gemma Carter" taught both 9th and 12th grade. Willow was transferred into this school in her 10th-grade year and was currently in the 11th grade. 

"Three!" 

Ms Carter spoke. Not yelling at all but her voice 'screamed' authority. "I'm dead," Willow thought. She'd been frozen since the interruption. She thought for a moment and put her feet up. Maybe, if the teacher looked under the stalls and not see her busted converses she would think that nobody was in this stall and move on. What was she doing in this bathroom anyhow, who was she looking for, it was the end of the school day.  

The room was silenced. She could hear and see the red bottom heels headed towards the far right of the room towards the 'slut stall'. She heard a knock on the door. "Come on out!" 

Tiny beads of sweat dragged down Willows's face, was it from the heat in the bathroom or from her nerves, she wasn't exactly sure, but her thudding heart was loud and she was afraid that Ms. Carter could hear it. 'Calm your tits Willow, she's not at your stall.' She thought to herself. 

"I'm not done yet!" Came a male voice. It sounded familiar but at the same time, she couldn't place the voice. 

"Too fucking bad. I need to talk to you" 

She heard a sigh, then a rusted long creek of the stall door. 

"Mr. Abraham" 

Shit, Willow thought, that was the principal. He was fucking a student? In a bathroom filled with students. Was he mad? So the rumors that were circulating the school were true, but seriously, how careless? 

"Gemma, how may I help you, I was kind of busy and would like to finish up with Courtney". 

"It's Emma" Willow heard a new, shy voice. She recognized that voice. A freshman. The two rode the same city bus in the morning. She'd even spoken to her a couple of times, nothing major just a couple of greetings and may I sit beside you, you know, stuff like that. 

Willow heard a loud slap echo throughout the bathroom. "Shut up my little cock sucker. Go to class" Ms. Carter dismissed. She could hear silent cries as someone, Emma, rushed out of the bathroom letting the door slam behind her. 

"I wasn't done" 

"You are now. I'm cutting you off" 

There was a laugh. "You can't do that, don't forget I'm your boss. You work for me remember" 

That same loud slap echoed throughout the bathroom once more. Then, Willow her a masculine cry, She couldn't tell what was happening out there but she didn't dare move a muscle. She wondered if she should even be breathing right now, surely they could hear her right? 

"That's where you're wrong. You're a sloppy pig. I have so much incriminating evidence against you Steve.   I'm sure the state police would love to hear about you fucking sweet little Emma wouldn't they? She was a virgin not too long ago. I'm sure the police and her parents would love to know that you took their sweet ugly duckling's innocence away. She is the pastor's daughter after all" 

"You bitch" 

Another masculine grunt echoed throughout the bathroom. Willow couldn't see what was going on but she knew that whatever it was, it wasn't good. 

"Call me what you want, but I'm cutting you off. You work for me now you discussing pig, best do what you're told or your life as you know it will be over and you can kiss your career, family, reputation and freedom goodbye. You're dismissed, Steve" 

"You won't get away with this" He whispered as if speaking any louder would expose him. Willow peaked through the tiny gap where the stall door and the wall met and watched as the principal limped out. Ms. Carter followed behind him but stood right in front of the stall door. 

Willow stopped breathing, why'd she stop.  Willow heard the door open and close but the teacher stood inside the bathroom all the same. 

She silently begged. 'Please just have to use the bathroom' She begged and prayed. She knew that the teacher wouldn't be pleased with her eavesdropping.  

The teacher locked the door to the bathroom then looked at the very stall that she was in. "My sweet, sweet, Flower. I know you're in there, come on out Willow, I've been watching you"