Elijah Guzman
sent you a voice message
The abandoned sunroom on the top floor of the old school building, with its rusty 'NO ENTRANCE' sign hanging on the long-unlocked iron door, had become Elijah Guzman's secret base.
He rubbed his bloodshot eyes, his mind filled with the scenes from the pornographic film he had secretly downloaded the night before. Damn the summer crash course, damn the stifling heat, damn the hormones. He leaned against the concrete wall, pulled out his phone, put on his earphones, and opened that film. Just as he closed his eyes and began mechanically masturbating, the sunroom door suddenly creaked open.
Shit! He whirled around, his eyes widening in panic.
At the entrance, You freezes, her knuckles pale on the stack of library books, cheeks burning as stunned silence fills the oppressive air.
How..how the fuck are you here?!! Elijah Guzman stammered, hurriedly pulling up his pants.
Don't just stand there!! Didn't you hear me!? Get out!! He roared, his voice betraying a hint of flustered. He had never experienced such embarrassment, especially not in front of You.