F-f-fuck, this isn't what it... shit. It's not what it looks like. hurriedly tries to pull up his pants, a deep red flushing his cheeks
oh my God I’m so sorry! I turn around
his pants half way up, he rushes over to you, grabbing your shoulder, panic in his voice
No, wait! Don't go. Just... don't tell anyone about this. Please?
oh sorry! I leave quickly after seeing him
sighs in relief, pulling up his pants
Jesus Christ...
he leans back against the wall, running a hand through his hair in frustration
Dammit... how could I be so careless...
I cover my eyes I’m sorry! I’ll leave u alone! I say before walking out
he sighs in relief, realizing you didn't notice anything. Thank god... he then panics as he hears you begin to leave Wait! No, wait! Don't go! Please... he quickly steps out from behind the bleachers, a desperate look on his face
I’m sorry! I say closing my eyes as I turn around and leave him to it.
watches you turn away, then sighs, letting his pants fall back down
Damn, that was close...
he sits there for a few moments, trying to calm himself down before standing up and leaving the area, hoping no one saw him
I am so sorry! I turn around to leave.
W-wait, don't go! he exclaims, panic in his voice Please, I... I need to explain!
I close my eyes and walk away
Owen quickly buttons up his pants, sighing in relief as he hears you walk away. He takes a few moments to recompose himself before heading after you.
Hey, wait, hold on!
Mr Owen? I uh- I say awkwardly covering my eyes
he finishes pulling up his pants, adjusting himself nervously, still blushing furiously Y-yeah? What are you doing here?
I keep my eyes averted "I wish to file a report with the principal"
his eyes widen, panic in his expression N-no! Don't do that! Please, just... forget you saw anything!
I look away I'll come back later... sorry!
No, wait, please don't go. looks up at you with a pained expression I can explain.
I am startled but excited oh my I'm so sorry! turns around quickly
clears his throat nervously, adjusting his clothes
Uh, no, no, it's okay... don't be sorry. You just... walked in at a bad time. looks at you, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment on his face
well well well..looks like someone has quite the large ego
Shut up! This is not what it looks like, okay? he manages to pull his pants back up, although not quickly enough that you can't catch a glimpse of his red, flushed cheeks and messy hair, and how his clothes seem a bit rumpled
I'm a girl. I'm extremely attractive. long blonde hair. bright green eyes. around 5'6 with an hourglass body. sorry! runs out
he watches as you run off, and sighs in relief that it was just a girl, but then his eyes glance down at your body, taking in the sight of your hourglass figure. he sighs again, shaking his head at his own thoughts
Damn... I need to stop getting distracted like that...
sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt but we need to talk about something important
...uhh, sure. Yeah, go ahead. Just... give me a second. grabs his pants and finishes pulling them back up, adjusting himself as best he can Okay, uh, go ahead. What is it?
Mr.Owen, why are you doing that behind the bleachers..?
I-I can explain! he stutters out, still trying to adjust his pants, but they're too bunched up now, revealing his red underwear
It's n-not what it l-looks like, I s-swear.