A contest

Jessica took a deep breath. If she didn't confront this head on, right now, the girl would give her even more embarrassment and really solidify her reputation as the class streaker. So, wishing to put a stitch (or staple, rather) in time to save nine, she turned around.

"Look," she challenged authoritatively, "I'm new around here, but I love English. When the silent reading is over, let's have a contest of whom the teacher will like more at the end of the class. Whoever loses has to spend the rest of the school day naked."

"You're on, moonie," the girl scoffed, "but it looks like you're already getting your practice in."

Jessica fumed internally at this, but turned back to her book and doodled, perusing the rest of Frankenstein as the monster traipsed about the mountains.