A deal with Chantelle

The hallway clears out after Mike and his crew disappear around the corner, leaving you and Jess standing there in awkward silence. She gives you one last sympathetic look, like she wants to say more, but then mutters something about needing to catch her bus and slips away. You watch her go, stomach twisting, because even though she was nice about it you can already picture the shift. If this gets out wider the girls you actually want attention from Sophie especially are gonna see you as some kind of joke instead of a guy worth looking at twice.

You head home feeling like every step is being watched even though the halls are empty now. Chantelle gets there before you because of course she does she always catches a ride with one of her friends. By the time you walk through the front door shes already in the kitchen raiding the fridge wearing nothing but an oversized hoodie and those same tiny shorts from gym. She doesnt even look up at first just grabs a soda and slams the door.

Heard you had an interesting PE class she says finally turning around with that smug little smile that makes you want to disappear. Mike texted half the group chat. Something about you flashing pink satin like a total amateur. Care to explain why my favorite pair went missing this morning?

Your face burns instant. You open your mouth to deny it but she cuts you off waving her phone.

Dont bother lying. One of the guys sent a blurry pic from the court. Its not clear enough to post anywhere yet but its definitely pink and definitely not guy underwear. So spill. Why the fuck are you wearing my panties to school?

You stammer out the truth the clean underwear panic the rush the only option thing. She listens with her arms crossed eyebrows climbing higher with every word. When you finish she bursts out laughing not mean exactly but sharp enough to cut.

Oh my god thats pathetic. You couldve gone commando like a normal person but no you had to pick the girliest thing in the basket. And now Mikes got the whole football team buzzing about how youre basically a crossdressing loser. Great job bro. Real smooth way to start senior year.

She steps closer still grinning. Heres the thing though. Moms doing laundry tomorrow morning early. Shell see whatever you stuff in the hamper tonight and shell ask questions. Questions I can answer for her if I want. Or... you can make this go away quietly.

You stare at her not following.

Simple. You wear them again tomorrow. All day. Dont change out of them after school either keep them on under your jeans or whatever. Prove you can handle the embarrassment without crying about it and Ill delete the screenshot Mike sent me and tell everyone it was just a dumb prank with gym shorts or something. If you chicken out though? I start sharing. Starting with Sophie. Shes already asking me what the deal is.

Your brain short circuits. No way. No fucking way. But Chantelles not bluffing you can see it in her eyes shes enjoying this power trip way too much and the thought of Sophie hearing the full story losing that flirty spark in her eyes and looking at you like youre disgusting... its worse than anything.

Fine you mutter barely audible. Just tomorrow. Then you delete it.

She claps her hands once like you just agreed to a fun bet. Deal. And hey look on the bright side maybe youll get used to how cute they feel. She winks then saunters upstairs leaving you alone in the kitchen with your pulse hammering.

You dont sleep much that night. Every time you close your eyes you see Mikes smirk Jesss confused pity Sophies potential disgust. By morning youre exhausted but you drag yourself out of bed open the drawer where you hid the panties last night and pull them on again. The satin slides up your legs same as yesterday smooth mocking. They still fit too well. You layer jeans and a hoodie over them hoping the bulk hides everything then head downstairs like nothing happened.

Chantelle waits at the door smirking as you both leave for the bus. Looking good she whispers. Try not to flash anyone today okay?