bursted

Jackson finally opened the door.

He was sweating even more than before — drops running down his temple, his racing suit still half-peeled around his waist. He stepped out quickly and pulled the door almost shut behind him, blocking their view of me completely.

I stayed frozen inside the small bathroom, back pressed against the cold tile wall. My heart was beating so fast I could feel it in my throat. Jackson’s cum was still leaking down my inner thigh. Outside I could hear George’s voice clearly now, mixed with the other riders.

I looked around in panic, searching for any other way out. My eyes landed on the bathroom window. It was high up on the wall — too high. I stepped closer and stretched on my toes, trying to see if I could somehow climb up and jump through it. One look outside killed that idea immediately. We were on the third storey. Jumping would mean falling straight down onto concrete. There was no corridor, no side door, no other exit. Just the one locked door Jackson was currently standing in front of.

I was trapped.

Outside, the teasing continued.

“Bro, you’ve been in there forever.”

“What the hell were you doing?”

Jackson’s voice stayed calm. “Just needed a minute. Give me some space.”

I held my breath, skirt still wrinkled, panties twisted to the side, listening to my brother’s footsteps move closer to the bathroom door while I stood there with nowhere to run.

Jackson tried to wave it off.

“Guys, just go somewhere else for a minute,” he said, still standing in front of the door. His voice was calm but I could hear the tension under it. He wanted them gone so I could leave.

They weren’t budging.

“Dude… step away from the door,” one of them said.

Jackson rubbed the back of his neck, forcing a small laugh. “I’m not sure you would like it in there. I made a mess.”

They stared at him like he was crazy.

Then five of them moved at once. They were stronger together. They grabbed his arms and shoulders and forced him away from the door playful and laughing.The second he was clear, someone yanked it open.

I was still inside.

My eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Both hands clutched the hem of my skirt, trying to pull it down properly even though it was already too late. I could feel their eyes on me the moment the door swung wide.

“Woah……”

All of them said it at the same time. Then the laughing started — loud, shocked, hands over their mouths as they tapped Jackson on the chest and shoulders like he’d just pulled off the biggest joke of the year.

This was so embarrassing. My face burned. My legs felt weak.

But George wasn’t laughing.

He stepped forward, eyes locked on Jackson.

“Are you screwing my sister?”

Jackson didn’t answer. He just kept looking at the floor.

George shoved him hard in the chest.

“Come on, man. Not cool. Every other girl but my sister?”

He shoved him again. Then again, hitting his chest with open hands while Jackson stayed silent and took it.

The other guys had gone quiet. I could feel them looking at me — the way guys look when they’re seeing something they weren’t supposed to. My skirt, my messy hair, the fact that I’d clearly just been fucked.

I couldn’t stay there.

I pushed past all of them and ran. My vision blurred as the tears finally spilled over. I didn’t look back. I just kept running, the sound of George’s angry voice and the other guys still laughing following me down the hallway.

I ran through the hallway, vision still blurry from tears, I crashed straight into Bella and didn’t even see her coming.

“Where have you been? I have been—” She stopped mid-sentence when she got a proper look at my face. Her expression changed instantly.

“What’s wrong, Ama?” she asked softly, eyes full of worry.

I couldn’t hold it in. The most embarrassing moment of my life kept replaying in my head — the door flying open, all those guys staring, George’s voice, the laughing. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.

“I want to go home.”

Bella nodded. “Okay.” She slipped her arm through mine and started walking me out of the building.

We were halfway across the school compound, the path quieter now, when the words just fell out of my mouth.

“I’m screwing Jackson,” I said quietly.

Bella stopped walking.

“Wha— What? Like Jackson? Jackson Winterbottom?”

I rolled my eyes and sniffed. “Yes.”

She stared at me, completely frozen.

“And now George found out,” I continued, voice shaking. “He’s mad. I think they got into a fight. I’m a horrible person.”

The tears came again, harder this time. Bella pulled me into a hug right there in the middle of the compound, rubbing my back and telling me it was okay, even though we both knew it wasn’t.

That was when I noticed the first group of students walking past. They slowed down, pointed at me, and started laughing. Then another group did the same. Then a third. All of them looking at me like they knew something I didn’t.

I pulled back from Bella, confused.

“What… is going on?”

Bella’s phone suddenly buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, unlocked it, and her face went pale.

“Ama… you need to see this.”

She turned the screen toward me.

It was a video. Clear as day. The bathroom door swinging open. Me standing there with my eyes closed, hands clutching the hem of my skirt, hair messy, looking exactly like I’d just been fucked. The guys’ laughter was loud in the background. Someone had filmed the whole thing.

And according to the caption, it was already trending on the school blog.