Lit Class-short story

I look in the mirror. My red cheeks make it obvious I’ve just gotten off. How can I possibly go back to lit class, and explain that Ophelia makes me hot? So hot, I have to relieve myself with my panties around my ankles during 4th period in the girl’s bathroom. I rubbed so hard, I thought my clit would bleed, until her robes fell off in scene 4, and she fell into my arms. Never have I ever wanted a woman. Never will there be another Ophelia. I will never masturbate during 4th period Lit class again, because someone is bound to notice my cheeks. They will know that a girl made me hot, and my life at 17 will be over...