Ugh, why is lunch such a chore? My friends are gossiping about something I don't care about, and I just want to eat. My stomach is growling, and the cafeteria is so loud. Can’t even hear myself think. Just another day with these goofballs, but at least it’s bacon cheeseburger day. I should start eating healthier, like my RA says. That bitch would deepthroat a green smoothie. Nah, I’m happier with bacon cheeseburgers. Yussss.

My shirt’s too tight today. I should have thrown this top out months ago. I can feel the eyes on me... Guys are the worst. They think they’re so slick, staring when they think I’m not looking. Those brutes. Maybe if I glare at them, they’ll get the hint. At least today there’s no tinies trying to...

Oh, no.

I don’t believe this. This tiny... is he trying to climb up my shirt? Ew, why do they always do this? Why me? Just stay still, Nikki. Maybe he’ll fall off and find someone else to annoy. Maybe if I wiggle a bit and brush my shirt he’ll get the message.

But no, of course not. Climbing up like a little bug – if only I could swat him and get away with it. Ugh, this one’s so persistent. Stop it, stop it! Ugh, what if my friends see? That’d be so embarrassing. Calm down. Breathe. You can handle this. You can handle anything. But oh my god, he’s getting closer to my cleavage. Stupid stupid Nikki, I just had to wear the push-up today to impress people. I should have known this would happen. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. Don’t react.

Eep.

He's in. Right in there. Between them. Slam dunk. Bullseye. OMG. Why is he squirming so much? Is he stuck? Great, just great. This is the worst. Okay, Nikki, play it cool. You can’t let anyone see this. They’ll never let you live it down. Not this time. They’ll call you magnet-tits. Just act natural.

Oh god, my boobs are sensitive today. I can feel him in there. He’s moving around like crazy. It’s like he’s trying to dig deeper or something. What the heck is he doing? The tiny pervs always target me... He’s squirming more. Why won’t he stop moving?

I can't even look down. My friends are gonna notice. Laugh at me. Just keep chewing, smile, and nod. Yeah, haha, that’s so funny, Chelsea. I’m totally paying attention. Nope, not distracted at all by the tiny guy in my tits. This is so weird. I hate this. Why me?

He’s moving again. More. What’s he doing in there? It's ticklish. I can't... focus. Gotta keep my face straight. Why does it feel like… Something’s poking me? Repeatedly? Oh god, is he... no, no way. Is he trying to... jerk off? Seriously? In my cleavage? What a creep! Okay, this stops now. I’m going to take this asshole right to campus security…

Breathe, Nikki. Just breathe. It’s not like anyone can see him. He’s too small. Nobody can hear him. But I can feel him. It’s driving me nuts. What if he... What if he won’t ever come out? No, I can’t think like that. I have to get him out.

But how? I can’t just reach in there. Everyone will see. Maybe if I lean forward just a little... He’ll slide out. Just a little. No, that’s not working. Ugh, he’s still in there. Squirming. Stop squirming!

...I guess squeezing 'em together with my arms worked. Smooth movie Nikki. I hope nobody saw that. Oh, good. My friends are clueless. Smile, smile. Wait a minute. He’s not moving. He’s… I think I squished him. Did I just... squash him? With my boobs? Oh my god. What if he’s hurt? Or worse? He was so squirmy... and then I… I can't believe this. What if I killed him? What if someone finds out? I can't handle this right now. Finals are coming up. I gotta finish my major. I just wanted to eat in peace, and now I’ve got a tiny stuck in my cleavage, probably DEAD! This is the worst day ever. Why me?

Breathe, Nikki. Just finish your fries and get out of here. You can deal with it later. You have to keep it together. If anyone finds out, you’ll be expelled. Just keep smiling, nodding, pretending everything is fine. But it’s not. Not at all.

I’m sweating. I’m flush as hell. Stacy’s looking at me funny. Smile, Nikki. Smile. “Yeah, I’m fine, it’s too hot in here, right?” Play it cool. Don’t let them see you’re freaking out. They can’t ever know. Oh god, what if I really did kill him? What if he’s just a crushed mess now? Are his guts all over my tits? Ugh. God, this is so messed up.

Okay, I have to see what happened. I’ll go to the bathroom. I’ll be fine. He's probably not dead. I’ll get him expelled. I'll press charges and be the hero, I'll be the girl saved everyone from the tiny serial pervert, and I'll be all over the news. Everything will be fine. Act normal, act cool. God, I hate this. I hate that he made me freak out like this. I hate everything.

Grab your stuff, and don't stand up too fast. Don’t let him fall out. Wait, he’s still not moving?? Keep it together, Nikki. Walk to the bathroom. Don’t look at anyone. Head down. Nobody's here. Walk fast. The bouncing isn’t doing anything to him. Why not? Almost there. Just a few more steps.

Inside! Lock the door. Deep breath. Okay, time to check. Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.

There he is. He’s not a red splotch at least. Oh god. But he’s not moving. Is he breathing? Can’t tell. Too tiny. Looks kind of squished. All sticky. Bruised. I think his legs are pointing the wrong way. Crap. What do I do now? This is bad. This is so bad. What if someone finds out? I’ll lose my scholarship. I’ll be expelled, and maybe go to jail and I’ll be a failure just like Mom always said.

Okay, Nikki, think. You have to get rid of him. Fast. No one can know. He’s just a tiny, right? Just a tiny. They go missing like all the time.

I grab some toilet paper, scoop him up gently. Wipe a little blood off my chest. Try not to throw up. Uggh. I can’t believe this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Just drop him in the bowl. Just flush him. Flush him. Just hit the damn bar and no one will ever, ever know.

That’s it.

Sorry, little guy. You shouldn’t have been a pervert. Flush...

There.

It’s over.

Now, act normal. Wash your hands, fix your hair. No one will ever know. Walk out, smile. Everything’s fine.

Just another day.