[kiasusam]

In her days back in a local chinese girls school, she had been mildly embarrassed of her mildly endowed chest. She had hated the blue sleeveless dresses, for they had shown how underdeveloped she had been in her chest region. Sure, she had grown to a modestly average cup size since her secondary school days, but she had always been self conscious about it.

Now, with all the undue attention being paid to her by the guys at the other table, Michelle wanted nothing more than to get away from the place. So she did, as she stuffed her wet towel into her bag, slinging over her shoulder as she got up and walked out. As she stepped into the JC building's concourse area, she peered nervously behind her to see if anybody was following. To her relief, she was alone as she walked to the toilet near the recessed seating area in the middle of the concourse to change out of her PE gear.

The girls toilet was old, but clean and empty of people. The school's administration had not bothered to renovate it, seeing as how the JC was moving to newer premises in Bishan in two years. She laid her bag down on the floor as she unzipped it to pull out her change of clothes - a dark blue spaghetti strap top, a pair of jeans shorts and a beige bra and panties set. Michelle walked over to the sink, splashing the cool water over her face. She looked at herself in the mirror, taking a moment to admire her reflected image. Her face was still tinged with a hint of red from the earlier exertion, but it did nothing to mar her looks. She wasn't that tall; standing about 1.65m. High cheekbones and doe-like black eyes drew attention from the boys in school, but her slim figure and tanned skin - all from months of wakeboarding - made her the complete package.

Abruptly, she noticed a face appear in the mirror. The door had been wedged open by the cleaning lady, so she hadn't noticed anybody entering the room till then. She assumed it was another student till she took a closer look and recognised one of the guys from the canteen. In fact, it wasn't just him, for all three of his kakis had somehow found it in themselves to enter the female toilet. The guy in the lead she recognised vaguely as one of her boyfriend's classmates, a rugby player named Jonathan. Beside him was a tall, muscular guy who looked like he came from the basketball team, while the third was a plumpish guy with thick-rimmed glasses. In fact, had he not been in that situation, she would have laughed him off as one of the poor nerds she kept turning away.

Jonathan looked up at the tall guy with a wicked smile on his face and nodded towards her.

"Come on Wei, she's ours," Jonathan said as the two strode quickly to her.