Berdly adjusted his glasses, his chest puffing with the self-appointed authority of a hall monitor. The school had emptied out after the final bell, or so he thought. As he rounded the corner into the locker room to retrieve a forgotten textbook, an unusual sound stopped him in his tracks—a mix of hurried breathing and muffled, frantic giggles. around the row of rusted metal lockers, Berdly’s jaw dropped. The sight before him completely shattered his usual intellectual composure. There, crowded into the narrow space between the benches, where Susie, Noelle, and Kris. They were tangled together in a state of undeniable, messy intimacy, completely oblivious to their surroundings. ​Through the narrow gap, the scene was a chaotic, half-obscured blur. Susie was hunched over, her broad shoulders tense as she hissed frantic orders, while Noelle’s face was bright red, her hands fluttering in a wild panic. Kris, ever the silent instigator, was holding a suspiciously damp, glowing object that hissed softly in the quiet room... It sounded like it was vibrating. Fast. Noelle's hands where gripping Kris' shirt. When she saw Berdly she didn't say a word nor did she look away untill a few minutes. He wasn't noticed by the other two.