Allison looked at her friend a bit more, then decided maybe it was a good idea to call Leonard's mom after all. She took out her cellphone and called.
There was no answer at Leonard's house. His mom had probably left already, and she knew Leonard's house number, but not his mom's cell.
Leonard was staring at the bra in his hands.
"Maybe you want to take a quick shower," Allison suggested.
Leonard gulped. Several of his fantasies had started like this. Allison was a cheerleader, and many of them had taken the time to pick on him, usually in the company of muscled jocks, but...Allison was different. She'd always been nice to him.
That wasn't exactly the truth. The truth was that Allison hadn't known Leonard existed. She hadn't been nice to him so much as been oblivious to him. But considering how many people took their time to make his life miserable, someone who didn't, by his own standards, was being nice.
Now, Allison was acting like they were best friends.
"Maybe that would be a good idea," Leonard said, voice cracking into a different register.
"Leonard, are you sure you're all right?" Allison said.
"Fine," he said, a bit more shrilly than intended. "Just..." He needed to think. If he said he was taking a shower, he could focus...and see what was happening to him.
He let her urge him toward the shower. He once again thought about her being naked in there with him, and discovered...much to his surprise, it did nothing for him. Crap he thought.
As soon as Allison got Leonard into the shower, she picked up her phone and called her own mother, for advice, telling her how Leonard had been walking dazed through their neighborhood, missing several items of clothing, without her bag.
Her mother thought she had Leonard's mom's cell phone, and would try to call her. Mrs. Wright was equally concerned that the teenager might have been attacked, or worse.
