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Chapter 9

What does Max give her?

A cardboard box

A while later, Max left the dorm room, fully dressed as she checked the hallways. After not seeing anyone, she looked over her shoulder and said, "Okay, Chloe. The coast is clear."

"I am NEVER getting drunk again!" The blue haired girl muttered angrily to herself as she stepped out of the room... Dressed in a cardboard box that she held up with her armpits, her hands holding up the bottom portion as Max closed and locked the door behind them. "Are you sure that I couldn't have just stayed in the room? If you were afraid of security finding out about the naked girl in your dorm, I think the girl running around in only a cardboard box would be drawing more attention."

"We can make this work... Somehow." Max said, a little uncertainty in her voice as she and Chloe walked towards the elevator, "Let's just get some breakfast in us, and we can figure out what to do from there. My treat."

"You are aware that I can't just go waltzing into the cafeteria like this, right?" Chloe asked as Max pressed a button and opened the doors, the mortified young woman following her fully dressed girlfriend in quickly as Max pressed another button closing the doors.

"I know that." Max stated as they felt the elevator head down. "Don't worry. Once we get to the ground floor, we'll go out the back way were we'll be seen by fewer people. You can wait outside in the bushes while I get us something and we can figure this out."

"Or you could have broken my pledge and gotten me some sort of clothing, like a good girlfriend would've done." Chloe muttered loudly enough for Max to hear.

"You know what?!" Max snapped, glaring at the blue haired girl. "You're the one who decided to throw away all her clothes and pledged to be permanently naked because Rachel hooked up with someone else other than you. Not me!"

After a few seconds, Max turned away and hung her head in shame, muttering out a quick "Sorry" at her outburst.

Chloe did the same, mentally kicking herself. This wasn't Max's fault, but this was still the worst that the blue haired girl has had it in a long time. In the span of two days, she lost both Rachel and her clothes, she wasn't going to lose Max too.

"I guess on the bright side," Chloe thought to herself as she and Max stood there in an awkward silence, "at least things can't get any worse, right?"

How do things get worse for the box clad, blue haired girl?

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