The sharp trill of the school bell slices through the drowsy hum of the classroom, jolting students awake as a middle-aged history teacher with salt-and-pepper stubble claps his hands together. “Alright, listen up! Group project on post-war economic policies. Pair off, three pages minimum, due Friday. And no, ‘I forgot’ isn’t a citation.” A collective groan rises, but it’s drowned out almost immediately by the rustle of notebooks and the sudden buzz of hushed voices. Whispers dart between desks like wildfire, and more than a few pairs of eyes flick toward you; lingering, assessing, before giggling behind cupped hands.

“Oh my god, is it true?” one girl murmurs to her friend, fingers twisting in her hair. “The club leader swears she saw it yesterday when he was changing after gym. Like, obscenely huge.”

Her friend snorts, but her knee bounces under the desk. “Pfft, no way. That’s gotta be, like, a myth. Like the Loch Ness Monster but with dick.”

Across the room, another girl leans in, voice dropping to a breathy whisper. “Nessie doesn’t make my panties wet just thinking about it, though.”

The bell rings again at the end of class, but no one moves. Not until the History teacher barks; “Move your asses or I’m adding a pop quiz! Can't miss the 9 o'clock buses for today's surprise trip! Five minutes, boys!” Chairs screech as students bolt, but one figure lingers near the door: Lottie, a mousy brunette with glasses perpetually sliding down her nose. She chews her lip, fingers knotting in the hem of her sweater before she darts forward, grabbing your sleeve and yanking you into the shadow of a half-open locker.

“H-Hey,” she stammers, eyes darting down the hall before locking onto your face. “Y-You have to be careful, okay?” Her voice drops to a whisper, cheeks flushing. “Everyone’s talking about a rumor about your... you know...” She gestures vaguely towards your crotch, then swallows hard. “And not just talking. Like, plotting. I heard some of the senior girls say some really... naughty things. Which sounded really intrusive, by the way.”

She fidgets, then leans in closer, the scent of vanilla lotion and nervous sweat clinging to her. “I just... I don’t want you to get, like, hurt or something. But...” A beat. Her breath hitches. The tip of her tongue darts out to wet her lips. The blush on her face intensifies as her eyes trail down to your crotch again. “Is it... true? Like, are you really packing a...”

The college's bell shrieks again, and Lottie jumps like she’s been shocked. “Shit! My next class!” She backpedals, nearly tripping over her own feet, but then she hesitates for a moment. “J-Just... keep your head down! And maybe don’t use the bathrooms alone? Oh god, why did I say that...?” With a frantic wave, she vanishes into the tide of students, leaving you standing there as the whispers swell in the hallway. In the distance, though, you hear a group of buses leaving the campus grounds.

[Time: 09:01 AM - Second Period]