I look at the progress bar of my theft as I focus on the noise from outside. I don't really have the energy to do more and latch onto that monster's thoughts. My heart keeps pounding and it almost stops when I hear something like a conclusion to the conversation.
"...right, Emmie. Let your friend also know. We will meet tomorrow…"
I push back the panic that tries to settle in and hurriedly close the windows I don't need anymore. I regret not having taken the risk to set for remote access to execute my plan from outside. But the upload is almost done.
I wipe the traces I created and reduce the progress bar into a small icon in a corner of the task bar. I don't even have time to check for the server I have opened specifically for the plan. I carefully put the computer back in place, and make my way to the window.
I can only do a rough check of the surroundings before jumping out. Right when I carefully close the window back, the door is swung open, and I crouch down like a bamboo shoot suddenly pulled into the ground.
I don't waste any time. I hurry along the wall to the corridor I have left the teaching building from, and hide by pasting myself against the wall. My heart stops being tense, only for it to now pound with wild abandon. My breath, I don't even know that I have been holding it back. I only know that my body and my brain suddenly need so much more oxygen than they were getting, as they buzz from the adrenaline flooding them.
I let out a big exhale after a moment, and hurry along a detour to reach the entry of the teaching building. I don't find her there, so I wait. But I have a wide smile on my face as I pace over a small space while waiting.
I don't even feel the dull pain from the wound I got yesterday anymore. I feel relieved because my plan is more than half complete. It will not be long before that monster among us will have to go away, either on the run or better yet, locked straight in prison.
I feel more joy than I have felt for a good while. It is different from the comfort I have been getting from my sister, even more so from lust being satiated with my red-haired friend. The contrast between the straight part of her hair today, with the curly ponytail part comes to my mind, and I regret not paying more attention to her today after what happened yesterday.
It is even now that I can think about what we did, my lost virginity, and the noticeable non-existence of her own. My mind starts to wander now that the chemistry teacher is taking a back seat among my matters of concern. I think about Liz, and I miss her soft and heavy chest which is the best pillow I have not slept on for more than a week already.
After a while, I frown. I look at the sky, then take out my phone for a look. Then I look down the corridor. Some students are coming out, but Emmie is not among them. I don't see her noticeable red hair, her bright grin, or even her skipping gait from when she is feeling overly energetic.
My frown deepens. I wonder if something happened, but thinking back to the logic of Tyne's predatory behavior that has always remained hidden behind a facade, I force myself to calm down. At any other time, her being late would not have made me anxious, but now with what is happening, and what I am doing, what I am after.
I recall the conversation that ended well before I ran out of Tyne's small office through the window. I exhale, thinking that maybe Emmie has made a stop along the way. Maybe she has met a friend and has stopped to chat or gossip a little. Or maybe she has been to the toilets.
That thought brings me back to the promise she made not so long ago at my place, under the shower, of letting claim her other hole down there after I let her have my maidenhood. I stifle a chuckle. If she has diarrhea, how will she let me get that hole?
Nevertheless, I calm down, and I even feel a bit of tingling down there as lust rises slightly within me. Nothing should be wrong, so I keep waiting, and I distract myself to avoid having to experience the discomfort of a wet underwear I won't be able to change out of without a half an hour trip.
But after a while again, my worry starts rising when Emmie is still not at the entrance of the teaching building. Most of the students have already left. Only some who have other activities or simply don't feel like leaving yet are still at the school, along with the teachers, many of whom have more work to do.
I take my phone again, this time to call directly. I don't know how someone can get lost in a school, in a single teaching building at that, especially if only the entrance has to be found.
I almost launch the call but my phone vibrates, and stops my finger above the call icon. I feel relieved because it is a message from Emmie that came. But at the same time, I suddenly feel uneasy.
She could have just called me if there is anything, and she could have done so way earlier. Why is she sending a message, and why only now?
My finger hovers in the air for a second, then I open the message. When I read it, I only have one thought in mind, and that is Murphy's law. Because of it, my womb is cramping!
"Max, hurry over to the lab of yesterday! I think Mr Tyne is hiding something there!!"