A freshman girl.

You spin the skirt thief around to see a pair of frightened green eyes behind a set of red bangs. The young girl holds out your skirt for you to take, immediately rambling out an apology.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I was just trying to make a name for myself, please don't hurt me!"

You give her a confused look, before taking your skirt and putting it back on. The girl stands up, and you can see she shares a similar body type to you. Short, but well endowed. She seems more interested in showing it off, dressed in a purple tank top and pair of black yoga pants that hug her curves tightly.

You glare at her, as she waits to see how you're going to react, then, a look of realization hits her.

"Oh my god!" She says "You're crazy panty girl!"

The nickname causes blood to pump into your ears. "Don't call me that." you whisper, perhaps too quiet for her to hear.

"Yeah! Yeah! That's you!" She says, pulling her phone from her pocket, and beginning to search.

"Please don't." You say, but she pays no attention, quickly pulling up the all too familiar video. It becomes almost too much for you.