“…And I give you, your Advanced Care Paramedic Class of 2019!” Applause and chatter erupt from all around us, graduation caps are thrown then they quickly scatter the ground around 80 students as the audience dies down and begins their descent from the bleachers and towards the exit.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe we did it Anna!” I look to my left, knowing that Ana has already scurried over to me from her seat a couple rows back.

“Honestly, I’m just surprised we made it through 4 years of university without screwing our teacher. He was such a hottie, sucks he fell down the stairs and was hospitalized or I would’ve bounced his brains out!” She can’t help but giggle.

“Oh my god Anna, you fucking little slut! Cougar has her claws out!” I spit out, barely able to contain my laughter.

“Well fuck, I can’t help it, my kitty has a mind of her own” I see a smirk slowly forming on her face.

She never shied away from a challenge. For a 36 year old divorced woman, with two kids, she is surprisingly young at heart. She loves new and exciting experiences and it’s adorable, but she’s also a freak like me.

“I have to head to the bathroom, but I’ll meet you back at the apartment!” I shout as I scurry myself out of the gymnasium and down the hallway.

I finally make it to the bathroom and my phone rings, so naturally I go to take it out to turn it off and I dropped it in the toilet!

“Fuck sakes, are you shitting me right now?!” I scream, out of all the things that could happen, of course that’s what I do.

I don’t even bother grabbing my phone out of the murky toilet water, I just head straight towards the sink. I go to the soap dispenser, no. fucking. soap. I’m starting to feel like someone is playing a bad prank on a voodoo doll of mine, I hope she looks hot at least.

I reluctantly peer down the hallway, it seemed everyone cleared the school pretty quickly after the ceremony. I don’t see nor hear anyone, so I quickly make my way to the mens washroom. I feel the weight of the door on my shoulder as I push it open, heavier than the women’s washroom but easy for me. I had a hard life growing up, and fighting was the best way to defend myself. I may only be 5’4, but I’m all muscle. I was too caught up in my thoughts about my childhood to notice I was already standing in the middle of the bathroom, luckily there’s not a soul around. I sigh a breath of relief as I finally get some hand soap and wash my hands. I begin to dry my hands when I feel hands graze my hip bones. I slowly move forward as I grab my knife from my thigh strap, quickly turning on the pervert.