And his life did depend on it. If that video or picture got out to the public, his and his wife's lives would be ruined. After all, they were just having a bit of fun. He and his wife had sex a lot of times in different positions, all sorts of places—you name the place and position, they did it before. After all, having sex the same way got boring for them. Considering the amount of time they did it, his wife suggested in the middle of their session doing it at school. He was initially against the idea, but in the heat of the moment he agreed to do as his wife suggested. Over the few weeks that followed, they had done it in several locations throughout the school.
But they slipped up one day, leading to the principal catching them in the act. They originally thought they were going to jail and losing their jobs, even having the dark idea of killing him. They couldn't go through with it—too many things against them. But it turned out the principal wasn't going to report them. They were both confused, and then, on hearing him ask to join them, he and his wife had refused. Then he had another request: they had to invite him every time they had sex. Upon thinking about it, they agreed to let him watch. Every time, he just sat in the corner of the room helping himself. They were originally uncomfortable with him there, but considering the amount of times he was present, they sometimes forgot about him, because he was always in the corner silently helping himself.
But they weren't expecting to have another person catch them in the act. Around this time, usually the janitor was done cleaning around 5. Almost everyone hated being at this school, so there shouldn't be anyone else there.
"Why the fuck is there a kid with a camera here?" Davin said as he looked at a kid with a mask on at the door. He was stunned by what was in front of him: a kid with a camera. And the next second, another kid took a peek inside, seeing him and his wife nude. Davin didn't care about being seen by two kids—he could always chalk it up to them lying. After all, two kids sneaking into the school at this time were probably up to no good, trying to steal something, caught by two teachers and the principal. Even if someone investigated it, they would just have to find a new school. But that wasn't what had him alarmed. It was what was in the kids' hands.
As he heard a voice from his side, he ignored it, making his way straight to the two kids. He didn't care what the kids had to say to anyone as long as that camera was destroyed. He and his wife's secret couldn't be exposed to the public.
James, seeing a middle-aged man, moderately tall, charging at him, was terrified.
"Okay, time—go! Number two!"
Lucy, hearing this, was confused. "Who's number two?" Having her arm grabbed and pulled as they ran, she muttered, "I guess I'm number two." Turning around only to see a naked man chasing after them, and two people coming right behind him. In doing so, she collided with a chair in the hallway, falling and hitting the ground hard, leaving her dazed. She could only see James turning the corner.
"Oh, he's leaving me behind, right? This has happened before. Why did I think things were going to be different this time around? I should've known. I'm really bad at making friends," she said, face down with a bruised knee.
"Hey!" she heard a shout. Raising her head, she saw James coming back.
"Hey, get up, what are you doing? We gotta go!" James said, grabbing her by the waist, throwing her hand around his shoulder, speed walking toward the front entrance. Opening it, quickly walking down the stairs, just then they heard a bang coming from the door behind them.
It was Mr. Willson. He was about to burst through the door, then he heard a car passing by. He took a peek with the door slightly open before closing it. Seeing this, they breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, it doesn't look like they're still following us. We should probably get moving—they might still come after us," James said.
Lucy just nodded, agreeing with him.
After that, Lucy and James walked toward a store. Lucy was wondering why they were there but didn't say anything to James.
"Hey Lucy, take a seat right there. I gotta get something—I'll be back."
"Sure. And James, I gotta be home by 8. That's usually when my mom comes home."
James just gave her a thumbs up while walking into the store.
A few minutes later James came out with a few items.
"Uhm, James… what are those for?" Lucy said with a questioning gaze.
"Obviously for your knee. I mean, that looks pretty bad. We gotta put some ice on it—that looks pretty bad. You can barely walk straight."
Lucy looked down. "Oh, this? Don't worry about it, I can take care of this when I get home. It's not a big deal."
James then said with a slightly guilty expression, "What do you mean it's not a big deal? I mean, you are my friend, and you got hurt just cause of me."
Then he handed her the bag with a few items: cold pack, ibuprofen, and some knee sleeves.
"Okay, when you get home, don't forget to apply the pack. And if the pain doesn't go away, take some ibuprofen. And if the swelling doesn't go down by then, you can always wear the knee sleeve until the swelling goes down. And if that doesn't work—"
James continued to ramble on and on before Lucy interrupted.
"Hey James."
As if snapping out of a trance, James answered, "Yeah, what is it?"
"Umm… why did you come back for me back there? I mean, you could've been caught with me. Why did you risk that?"
"Well, first of all, I got us into that situation, so if someone was going to get caught, it definitely should've been me. And two, you're my good buddy. What type of friend would I be if I left you back there? Guilt would probably eat me up. And lastly—" James looked at her with a side eye. "I mean, you'd probably drag me down with you. Knowing you, you'd probably be telling them everything." James chuckled at the last part.
Lucy laughed. "Yeah, I probably would. But we still have the camera, right?"
"Yup, the evidence is all here, right on this camera."
"Yeah… anyways, I should get going," Lucy said, standing up. "My mom's going to be home in a minute. I just gotta get going."
"Hold on, let me catch you a ride, cause you definitely aren't going anywhere with that knee."
After calling a local taxi service for Lucy, James looked in his back pocket, reaching for a bill, quickly realizing he didn't have anything else.
James said, "It seems I'll be leaving the bill to you. After all, I've done enough for today." He coughed as if something was stuck in his throat.
"Yes, James, it's on me."
Hearing this, James just waved goodbye to Lucy and turned his back. As he was about to walk away, Lucy called out:
"Hey James… thank you for coming back to help me today. That was nice." Lucy said with her lips upturned.
Seeing the smile on the girl's face, the taxi driver looked at James with a smug smile. Seeing the look the taxi driver gave him, James had question marks written all over his face. "Why is he looking at me like that?"
"All right, I'll see you tomorrow, James," Lucy said as the taxi took off.
James just waved as the car took off. "I should be getting home now. Alfred's probably worried." He soon took off on his bike, thinking about what to do with the footage when he got home.
Meanwhile, a few seconds after James and Lucy left the school, the trio was panicking. Davin, Rebecca (Davin's wife), and the principal were panicking because they were unable to catch the two brats who sneaked into the school and got pictures of them.
"Fuck!" A loud bang came from the principal as he punched the door. "My life is ruined! What the fuck should I do now?"
Mr. and Ms. Willson just looked at Peter, who was pulling his hair.
"Do you two know how long it took me to get this position? What I sacrificed? Now all that's going to be lost cause of two stupid brats!" It was clear he was looking for someone to blame. The more he thought of it, the more he realized there was no one to blame except his stupid horny self.
"If only I hadn't asked to join these two. Why, even in the first place, did they agree to let me watch? Why did I even wanna watch them do it? Am I that deprived of sex?" he said, racking his brains. Taking a glance at the side, he saw the couple unusually calm, discussing something.
"Hey, you two, what do you plan to do now? Seems like we're in the same box. Y'all have been doing this a long time, surely you have countermeasures for this," he said with a hint of desperation.
Both were silent and just looked at each other for a second before simultaneously looking at the principal.
"Sir… we quit."
"Huh?" The principal was confused by this development. "What do you mean you quit? Those two kids are probably either going to spread those photos or hand them over to the police. When that happens—"
"We'd rather not be here."
He looked at them both with a silent expression. "So just like that, you're leaving?"
They both nodded.
"Please send our regards… if you're still here."
With their minds made up, the couple quickly grabbed their stuff, making it to their cars, driving off into the distance. Seeing them leave, the principal looked at the school, made a quick call. "Maybe it's about time I took a long vacation. Far away from this school. After all, I deserve one for my effort."
After the driver was in front of Lucy, she quickly took out a bill and paid him. The driver quickly took off. Lucy, with her swollen knee, limped toward her house. Looking at the time, she still had a couple more minutes before her mom showed up. She went ahead and took a shower—after all, she'd worked up quite a bit of sweat, and she didn't like the way her clothes smelled.
After the shower, she was going to use the ice pack James got for her. On second thought, she took out some ice from the fridge, wrapping it in a towel around her knee. Feeling her stomach, she realized she was a little hungry. She limped toward the kitchen, grabbed a bag of snacks. Seeing as though her mother was going to be late, she took out a bowl, placed it on the table, and left a paper that said "Warm for 10 minutes."
Making her way to her room, she removed the ice. Seeing as though the swelling had gone down, she put on the knee sleeve James bought her. Still feeling some pain, she took the ibuprofen, just as James said. Suddenly she grabbed her hair and started fumbling with it.
"James… JAMES. Why do I keep thinking about him?"
Rolling around her bed, slamming her head on her pillow, she thought, "I gotta sleep. Too much stimulation today. I need some quality rest." Although she said that, she continued rolling in her bed for hours on end.
The same thing was going on at James's place, except for a whole different reason. After James got home, he greeted Alfred, his family caretaker—someone his parents had hired since most of the time they weren't around. You could say Alfred was more of a parent than those two ever were. He quickly greeted Alfred, who greeted him back, told him dinner was ready, and that he should take a shower before going to bed. Reluctantly, he agreed.
After showering and eating, James went to bed. Going through his backpack, he realized something was missing.
"Crap. Where's the memory card?"