Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)The noise out in the hallway was rowdier than usual, It was always loud at home time but for some reason tonight was worse than normal. Lewis Pushed himself up from his desk and crossed the classroom floor, peering out into the hallway.
Halfway down the corridor a group of senior girls had congregated around the lockers and were laughing and joking as they tormented one of there fellow students. Even from the distance Lewis could see that the student in question was not a senior, Her petite frame making her stand out within the group almost as much as her black hair.
As he drew closer to the gathered girls the younger girls features became more obvious, her dark hair stood in stark contrast to her pale white skin. As the girls spun her around, pushing her back and forth between them he caught a glimpse of her face and recognised her immediately. It was Jasmine the girl from his English class.
âThatâs enoughâ he called out as he came up on the group and pushed his way into the centre of the gathering, Catching hold of Jasmine as one of he seniors gave her one last push. He looked around the older girls until he found one he recognised âJanis report to the headmaster first thing in the morningâ he looked around the others âAnd take your friends with youâ.
Pushing his way through the crowed he lead Jasmine back along the corridor and into his classroom âCare to explain what was going on out thereâ he asked as he ran his eyes over her. Her outfit was rumpled, and it looked like there was a tear in the fabric of her tank top.
Halfway down the corridor a group of senior girls had congregated around the lockers and were laughing and joking as they tormented one of there fellow students. Even from the distance Lewis could see that the student in question was not a senior, Her petite frame making her stand out within the group almost as much as her black hair.
As he drew closer to the gathered girls the younger girls features became more obvious, her dark hair stood in stark contrast to her pale white skin. As the girls spun her around, pushing her back and forth between them he caught a glimpse of her face and recognised her immediately. It was Jasmine the girl from his English class.
âThatâs enoughâ he called out as he came up on the group and pushed his way into the centre of the gathering, Catching hold of Jasmine as one of he seniors gave her one last push. He looked around the older girls until he found one he recognised âJanis report to the headmaster first thing in the morningâ he looked around the others âAnd take your friends with youâ.
Pushing his way through the crowed he lead Jasmine back along the corridor and into his classroom âCare to explain what was going on out thereâ he asked as he ran his eyes over her. Her outfit was rumpled, and it looked like there was a tear in the fabric of her tank top.