"Alright class, no talking! Hand in your exam when you're finished."
How did I forget there was a test in math today? Gwen groaned internally. That kickball must have hit harder than I thought...
She started to get to work. Pre-calc wasn't anything she couldn't handle normally, but usually she'd spend lunch reviewing, so she felt a little more nervous about it.
After Gwen finished and asked the teacher if it was alright to go leave a few minutes early, she made her way through the halls and into the girl's bathroom. Looking through her backpack, she found her makeup kit, and used it to touch up her face the slightest bit. Afterwards, she stared at herself in the mirror and sighed, thinking back to the test. I really hope problem five wasn't a trick question. Maybe I should ask-
"LET'S SEE THEM STRIPES, GIRL!" There was no time to react as Gwen realized she had just been pantsed, her cute underwear on display for the culprit, which was none other than-
"SARAH!" Gwen yelled out as she pulled her shorts back up, having to shake a little just to get them past her sizable butt.
"Glad to see you're enjoying the panties I got you! Shame it's without the skirt, though..." Sarah appeared indifferent to Gwen's anger.
"Did you crawl in here so I couldn't see you in the mirror??"
"You know me so well, Gwen!"
"Can't you go bother someone else already? I just want to get through one day without feeling like you've violated my personal space."
"Are you going to flash Jay your cute little boobies next period?"
"N-No! Why the hell are you obsessed about that!?"
"Newsflash, Gwen: Jay's a hot ticket item. Yeah, he's nerdy, but in the looks department he makes a decent 6, 7 on a good day. That's enough to reel in a few girls. If you don't ask him out, someone else totally will."
"That's-"
"BUT, if you lift up your shirt and bra in front of him with the entire class watching? Now THAT's a power move! You're skipping all the early relationship garbage, and everyone will know he's taken."
"Why do you care so much about me and Jay?"
"I don't really care that much about him. It's you, girl! You almost never take my advice, and honestly? It just makes me want you more...I love girls who play hard to get~" Sarah said this with bedroom eyes as she moved closer to Gwen.
"W-what are you doing, you freak?" Gwen found herself backed up against the sink.
"Ever done it with another girl? I know all the hot spots. Just give me 5 minutes and I swear, you'll be begging to feel a woman's touch every day for the rest of your life" Now Sarah lifted up one knee and kept it against Gwen's body, preventing her from moving.
It was at that point that Gwen looked down for a moment. Jesus, she's not wearing any pants! Just an oversized shirt! Whatever underwear she had on seemed black and lacy, but otherwise the angle she was at only gave her a small peek. "Just leave me alone, you dumb slut! Or I'll..."
"I know your gimmick, Gwen. You don't scare me, it's all an act. Now, just stand still and let me make out with you-"
The school bell suddenly rang, catching Sarah momentarily off guard. Gwen used the opportunity to push her back.
"WellthatsoundsgreatSarahbutclassisgonnastartsoonsoIshouldprobablygo!" Gwen quickly spat out the words as she made her escape.
"Just try flirting it up every once in a while!" Sarah called out after her. Then in a quieter voice, seemingly reminiscing, "A wink here, a giggle there, and before you know it you'll find yourself being rawdogged by a jock under the bleachers..."
