As she was closing the door, Annabelle called out "Collins wait!"

The shy girl walked back inside the room, her eyes intensely looking at the floor.

"Don’t worry, I, I, I won’t tell anyone… I didn’t mean to…" gathering her thoughts, Collins added "Erm… Miss Bradley? I think Mother Emaculeta is looking for you" before turning scarlet.

Simone’s mind was running wild; she had been found with her still almost topless student by another student. <Oh God — How long have we been here? — Oh God – This is not happening — Jesus fucking Christ!>

Breaking the silence as none of them was speaking, Annabelle tried to warm up the atmosphere;

"At least we found the key."

Quickly realising she had not put her t-shirt back on yet; Annabelle turned the same shade as her friend and her lover, bright red.

"Erm, thank you Collins." Simone had finally responded, she too eyeing the floor with intensity.

"Collins, it’s not what you think, it’s just that…" started Annabelle, not knowing what to say next knowing that, after all, Collins walked in on them in a closed basement and Annabelle half naked which hardly made the situation appear random.

"Don’t worry… I… I kind of already knew."

"What? How…?" Annabelle didn’t know how to ask her question. Aware of that, Collins responded anyway;

"You talk in your sleep and you said… ‘Simone’ last night… quite repetitively actually"

Her face burning as she remembered her previous night’s dream was sort of erotic, Annabelle looked at Simone who was eyeing her in a ‘so-you’re-screaming-my-name-at-night’ kind of way.

"I don’t care if you’re together, I like you both… I.. I mean…" Collins exclaimed.

Even though she smiled at the cute comment, Simone didn’t know what to say. She had never expected that to happen, and obviously she wished it never had.

"I think I should go… I have to find your headmistress…" More embarrassed than she’d ever been, Simone bent down to pick up her belt and walked towards the door in front of which Collins was standing;

"Erm, I need the,… the key."