Peeking in out of curiosity

Hannah hesitates for a moment, her fingers lingering on the bathroom door handle. The strange sound from the library tugs at her curiosity—a muffled gasp, followed by the creak of a chair. Her pulse quickens as she re Rachel’s whispered promise from earlier. "We’ll finish this later if you desire." Swallowing hard, she pivots toward the library, her shoes silent on the linoleum. The door is slightly ajar, and through the gap, she sees Katie’s familiar blonde hair—but it’s tousled, her usually neat ponytail half undone. And then Rachel’s voice, low and teasing: "You’re trembling. Hannah’s breath catches in her throat. Katie is perched on the edge of a study table, her small frame dwarfed by Rachel’s commanding presence. Rachel’s fingers trail along Katie’s collarbone, and Katie—sweet, shy Katie—lets out a shaky exhale, her cheeks flushed.

Hannah's fingers dig into the doorframe as she watches Rachel step back, slowly peeling off her shirt. The afternoon light catches the sweat glistening on Rachel's toned stomach as she drops the fabric to the floor. Katie's breath hitches, her small hands gripping the edge of the table as Rachel leans down, her bare breasts brushing against Katie's face. "You've been watching me for weeks, haven't you?" Rachel murmurs, her fingers threading through Katie's golden hair. "Always so quiet... so curious." Hannah's thighs press together as Rachel's other hand slides down her own body, fingers dipping between her legs with a slow, deliberate stroke.

Katie’s breath hitches as Rachel’s lips brush against her ear, whispering, "Here I am, all yours, Katie." Her voice is a velvet purr, sending shivers down Katie’s spine. The dwarf girl’s fingers tighten in Rachel’s hair, torn between pulling her closer and pushing her away—but her body betrays her, arching into Rachel’s touch. Hannah’s grip on the doorframe tightens, her nails digging into the wood. She should leave. Hannah’s grip on the doorframe tightens, her nails digging into the wood. She should leave. But she doesn’t. For a heartbeat, she stands frozen, watching as Rachel’s fingers trace slow circles over Katie’s collarbone, as Katie’s breath comes in shallow gasps. Then—shame, guilt, something hot and sharp—twists in Hannah’s chest. She steps back. The movement is silent, deliberate. The door doesn’t creak as she eases it shut, cutting off the sight of Rachel’s smirk, of Katie’s parted lips.

Hannah turns away from the library, her pulse still uneven. The muffled sounds of Rachel’s laughter and Katie’s soft whimpers linger in her ears as she hurries down the hallway, her footsteps quickening with every step. The cafeteria is nearly empty now—just a few stragglers finishing their lunches, the hum of distant conversations filling the space. Hannah slides into an empty seat, staring blankly at the half-eaten sandwich in front of her. Did that really just happen? She picks at the crust, her mind replaying the scene—Rachel’s fingers in Katie’s hair, the way Katie’s breath had hitched, the possessive curve of Rachel’s smile.

Hannah’s fingers curl into fists under the cafeteria table, her nails biting into her palms. The sandwich in front of her blurs as her vision swims—whether from anger or something else, she isn’t sure. After about 3 more minutes. the library door creaks open, and Rachel saunters out, her lips curved in that infuriating smirk. Katie follows, her cheeks still flushed, fingers nervously smoothing her disheveled hair. Hannah stands abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. Rachel’s gaze snaps to her, eyes glinting. She knew I was there. The realization sends a hot rush through Hannah’s veins.

Hannah’s pulse hammers in her throat as Rachel’s smirk deepens, her gaze locking onto hers with predatory amusement. Katie freezes mid-step behind Rachel, when she spots Hannah—she to gives a smile Rachel licks her lips, slow and deliberate, then saunters forward, her hips swaying. "Problem, Hannah?" Her voice is syrup-sweet, laced with mocking. Hannah’s jaw clenches. "You knew I was watching." Rachel laughs, low and throaty. "Of course I did, so did Katie, you could of us , instead you left"Rachel laughs, low and throaty. "Of course I did, so did Katie. You could’ve ed us. Instead, you left." Hannah’s breath catches—Rachel’s words coil around her like smoke, suffocating and sweet. Katie’s eyes flicker between them, her lips still swollen from Rachel’s kisses. The cafeteria hums around them, oblivious. Hannah’s fingers twitch at her sides. She wants me to say something. To beg. The thought sends heat crawling up her neck.

Hannah opens her mouth—whether to snap back or surrender, she isn’t sure—when the sharp clang of the school bell shatters the tension. Katie jumps, startled, her wide eyes darting to the clock above the cafeteria doors. "Oh—oh god, we’re late for chem," she stammers, already backing away, her fingers fumbling with the loose strands of her hair. Rachel doesn’t move. Her smirk doesn’t waver, but something dark flickers in her gaze as the noise of students flooding the hallway grows louder. "Run along, Katie..ill see you later," she murmurs, never breaking eye with Hannah.

Katie hesitates, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. "R-Rachel, I really can’t skip again—" "Go..i understand sweetie," Rachel says, still staring at Hannah. Katie flees, her footsteps quick and light against the tile. The noise of the hallway swells—lockers slamming, laughter bouncing off the walls—but between them, the air is thick, charged. Rachel takes a slow step forward. Then another. Hannah doesn’t retreat, though her pulse thunders in her ears. "You left," Rachel murmurs. "But you didn’t go far." Hannah’s fingers curl tighter. "You wanted me to stay...you wanted to finish from this morning..t..that w..was a mistike, we shouldnt of?"

Hannah’s breath hitches as Rachel steps closer, the scent of her perfume—something dark and floral—wrapping around her. The cafeteria noise fades into a dull hum, drowned out by the pounding of her own heartbeat. "Yes i did , but katie is a good replacement" Rachel repeats, softer now, her fingers brushing Hannah’s wrist. Hannah swallows hard. Rachel’s touch is cold, rachel then turns and starts walking away.Rachel’s fingers trail up Hannah’s wrist, slow as a spider’s legs, before she pulls away with a smirk. The absence of her touch burns worse than the . Hannah exhales sharply. "You’re playing games." Rachel tilts her head, eyes glinting under the fluorescent lights. "And you’re still watching." She takes a deliberate step back, letting the distance stretch between them like a dare. "But you made your choice, after all this morning was a mistake , those were your words" The cafeteria empties around them, and Rachel follows after the last one, leaving hannah standing alone.

Hannah stands frozen in the empty cafeteria, the echo of Rachel’s footsteps fading down the hallway. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows where laughter and chatter had been moments before. She exhales shakily, fingers flexing at her sides. A mistake. That’s what i called it. But if that were true, why did the memory of Rachel’s lips against Katie’s—of the way her breath hitched when Hannah watched—send a slow, molten heat curling low in my stomach? Thinks Hannah, starting towards class herself finally. The second bell rings, sharp and final. She’s late. Hannah forces her legs to move, hurrying toward chemistry.

Hannah shoves open the chemistry lab door just as Mr. Langley begins his lecture. His sharp eyes flick to her, but he says nothing as she slips into the nearest empty seat. Across the room, Katie sits rigidly upright, her fingers clenched around her pen. She doesn’t look at Hannah—not even when Hannah accidentally knocks her textbook to the floor with a loud thud. The experiment today is volatile—something with magnesium and hydrochloric acid. Hannah’s hands tremble as she measures the solution. A shadow falls over her workstation. "Need help?" Katie's voice comes

low and hesitant, her fingers twisting the edge of her lab apron. The scent of chemicals hangs thick in the air, but beneath it, Hannah catches the faintest trace of Rachel’s perfume lingering on Katie’s skin. Hannah’s grip tightens around the beaker. “I’ve got it,” she mutters, though the liquid sloshes dangerously close to the rim. Katie doesn’t move. Her knuckles whiten around the pen still clutched in her other hand. “You—you saw,” she whispers, not a question. A flare of heat licks up Hannah’s spine. "Me and Rachel..well..i." starts Katie, but stops, as if what she was gonna say just faded from her mouth.