Weeks before the event that was scary with that unstable student, we were a forced to do a backpack check because supposably when we were on break one of my classmates who was the classmate mentally unstable had his cell phone stolen, he had it in his backpack in the classroom supposedly I returned to the to the school not because of his cell phone because I have my own softener and need his and neither desired his I only came back for money because I thought I gave her enough. Still, I didn't have enough, and I had my wallet in the classroom, not with me. Still, I could run back and pay her, so I did for the snacks I was going to buy, but she knew I was a frequent customer. Hence, she gave me extra time to go back and get my wallet and give her more money, cuz I thought I had enough, but I didn't. I went first to get it over with because I knew I didn't steal it. I only went for my wallet. I knew where it was, it was in my bag in my backpack, so I just decided, you go, here is yours, my backpack, sorry it's a little bit messy, I took out all the stuff, my stuff, but it was a bit sloppy, but I didn't have it, I knew I didn't have it.
Then, a week after the worrisome occasion
They were looking for why the lockers were
stinking up so bad. I was hearing from many friends and classmates that they have been forced to open their lockers or have had their personal locks broken at the owner's expense if they don't comply, because the school has the right to check lockers and backpacks for stolen items or contraband.
So quickly hurried to my locker, but also walked as calmly as humanly possible not to cause suspicion while I removed all of my secret presents such as, a little brown bear I call Fuzzy Wesi and coded and uncoded letters into my backpack from Diego, which I found adorably cute with his warm smell, which always smells of an addictively pleasant mix of jasmine, white board marker and surgical operations that makes my heart skip a beat and got wet just by thinking of him near me, that me feels our relationship is not just a sexual one but also romantic one as well. Still, some people might find them a bit disturbing and evidence of a sexual relationship between a student and a professor. I protected my sweet things from Raul. He started doing that after finding my school locker and stealing one of my three keys to my personal lock. Personally, I kind of love it when he does that, so I don't mind that he took my key, as he said, "Anne, you are mine and always will be. You are the one I love. I don't care if someone else knows." Just looking at my gifts and letters started making me a bit horny for him right now, but I had to be calm and professional because the professors were coming at any second. If they found them, it would not be suitable for either of us. After I left the lockers, the doctors came to check the other lockers, including mine. In the group of 5 professors, one, Dr. Hernandez, said, "Anne, someone could think you might be up to something." I replied, "Just getting my school supplies out of my locker." The final straw for the unstable student was that he got kicked out of school for having a cadaver in his locker. Three days after they caught the culprit, when class was over for the day, I calmly walked back to my locker to not look suspicious before going to my hostel for the day, went back to my locker, and carefully organized and hid all the gifts Raul had given me because they are precious to me.