In Too Deep

17

For the next week Riley did as the Robyn said, she acted like any other student, she kept her head down in the class room notes the best she could and got Amy to help her with her reading paper written and she had her oral presentation prepared and submitted. She didn't acknowledge the teacher at all, she didn't ask a question, say hello or goodbye. She hadn't even made eye contact, but she knew she would have to, today. Today was the day of her talk.

She felt the buzz of nerves in her gut. At least she wasn't reading this time. She hoped that the class wouldn't laugh at her. As they had done through some of the others. She knew she'd have the last presentation before the end of the class, it meant waiting for almost two hours but also she knew she wouldn't get many questions.

The captain of the football team was next and just before her. Like most of the students she thought he was going to talk about football. But he didn't. Instead he started speaking about a new simulation game that he, his older brother and his brothers college friends were building.

"So like it's a crossover between mafia, hitman and grand theft auto. It's like first player pov. So we're working on a chapter where you're running a porn studio and pimping girls. Essentially you can set up any kinda scene you like, so you can have the girls be like cam models and you can watch them work for a bit."

Riley wondered how appropriate this was for school. But Robyn hadn't said anything.

"But like it provides a safe environment for you to live out any fantasy you have. Like this..." he hit play on the video he'd set up and it showed a woman walking along a street. "Now you can choose to chat to her, flirt or if you want just do her, like right there in the sidestreet."

Some of the boys laughed and jeered. There were some protests from some of the students both female and male.

"Come on you all know you like it when I guy just owns your ass."

Riley looked at Robyn. The teacher looked frozen she still hadn't said anything. As the noise in the class continued she noticed the blonde's body almost recoil into itself. The biker stood up and switched the monitor off. She looked back seeing Robyn crouched over breathing heavily.

"Get out! All of you now." She went over to check on the teacher. "Dorothea can you go get Coach Fleet. Amy get these assholes out the class."

The students started making their way out, commenting at the teacher now rocking on the seat staring blankly and almost hyperventilating.

"Get the fuck out!" Riley shouted at the remaining on lookers, one of which was Jenny who was making hand signals to some of the others to indicate the teacher was crazy. In another time Riley may have felt an urge to have a go. But at this moment she just wanted her and the rest away. She pushed her through the classroom door and closed it over. Amy stood guard outside. Waiting on dorethea to return with the gym teacher.

"Ro...Ms Westland. Everyone is away. Just look at me. Try and breathe with me. One deep breath in through the nose. Out through the mouth. Two, breath in. You're okay. You're safe. Coach Fleet is just coming. Just look at me. Robyn, please just look at me. Try breathe in one, hold it and breathe out."

"Ry."

"Yeah I'm here. No one is going to harm you. Just try to calm the breathing. Deep breaths, the ones the fill your tummy. Breath in for oooonnnne and hold it and breath oooout."

Demi arrived almost bursting through into the class.

"She's having a panic attack. I think the trigger was probably the presentation on a game that allows the player to rape women." Riley said quietly. "I'm sure she will have told you about the other weekend. Guess she's not as okay with things as she thought."

Riley went back to her desk and lifted her bag.

"Where you going?" The PE instructor asked.

"Well, you're here now." Riley didn't know how to explain that Robyn wouldn't want the biker to be there.

"Could you ask Principle Gouldie to come up?" Demi asked.

Riley nodded as she left the classroom.

"What was that about?" Amy asked as they headed along to the principal's office.

"No idea." The biker lied.

——-

"You okay now?" Demi supported the blonde back into her flat.

"Yeah, I just feel like an idiot. They'll all be talking about me like I'm insane for the rest of the year."

"I'd love to tell you they won't but Wacky Westland might actually be better than what they call you now."

"What do they call me?" Robyn looked worried.

"Nothing, it was a poor joke. Just trying to cheer you up." Demi tried to get out of it. "Tea? I'll put the kettle on."

"Dem, what do they call me?"

"Eh, well like you know how last year you even admitted yourself that you were a bit on the strict side?"

"Yeah" Robyn drew out the word.

"Well, The Wicked Witch of the Westland." Demi rushed through the nickname.

"They think I'm a witch. Brilliant."

"Sorry. Anyway what happened?"

"I don't know, I was just about to tell Watson his presentation wasn't appropriate. It was nothing like what he submitted or he wouldn't have been allowed to start and then he mentioned living out a fantasy like rape fantasy and I was back frozen, scared like I was that night." Robyn shook her head in disbelief.

"I think you should go see a doctor or something? Has it happened before?"

"No. I thought I was okay with it. I'll be fine. It was stupid."

"It wasn't stupid, it was your body's way of telling you, you need to sort it out in your head."

"I'll be okay and I'm going back tomorrow."

"No you're not. Gouldie said to take the rest of the week. And next week's homecoming so it's a bit of a skive." Demi smiled.

"I'll think about it. Longer I'm off the more they'll talk."

"It's not going to be as bad as you think Marshall got them out pretty quickly."

"Yeah."

"She always seems to be around when you need her, that one." Demi raised an eyebrow.

Surely Cheryl hasn't told her, Robyn thought to herself.

"Don't look so worried I'm only fucking with ya'"