Both of you have run out of Luck!

Having finally gotten the oatmeal off of your elbow from breakfast, you decide to get a snack or something on the way to the school. You'd have to leave now or you'd be late. Exiting your house, you take an immediate left towards school. On the way you should pass by a bakery to grab a pastry. It was a beautiful day out, so you rather regretted having put on long jeans rather than some shorts or a skirt. It wasn't entirely without reason. As of late Tammy, the school's nerd had been sidling up to you a bit, and you had come to appreciate her a little more. However as superstition went, Tammy's notoriously bad luck with wardrobe malfunctions tended to transfer to people close to her. One time, her friend Angelica had her top ride up over her chest during gym practice, and somehow had forgotten to wear a bra. Everyone had a good laugh about it and Angelica had turned beet red. At least they were kind of cute tits, you thought.

Getting lost in your thoughts, you almost miss the bakery. The smell of fresh pastries catches your attention however, and you quickly stop in your tracks and turn back just slightly to enter. You take a moment to look at your choices and eventually settle with a jelly donut. Grabbing the bag with it in, you look at the clock and realize you're going to run late. Ms. O'Leary was a notorious hardass for latecomers, and you didn't feel like spending another evening scraping gum off of school benches. As you move into a light sprint, you finally spot the school in the distance. Speeding up to a mad dash, you are almost there. The entrance is in sight. So long as you can get inside before the bell rings, you should be on time...

RING RING

Alas, the bell goes off while you're still too far. Not giving up though you continue your sprint toward your classroom, pushing through the other seniors on the way. You briefly see the angry glare of Rebecca as your shoulder pushes her to the side. There'd be time to think about the consequences of that later. Finally you spot the classroom, but your heart sinks a bit as you spot Ms. O'Leary step inside, meaning you lost the race. Cursing to yourself internally, you slow to brisk walk and make your way further down the hall. On the way you spot Tammy coming in from the opposite direction, her face red as a beet. Tammy had the same class as you, so you supposed you'd at least have someone to talk to as you did whatever mindless chore they'd have you do. As you looked back up at her, her posture seemed a bit strange. Her hands were constantly fiddling with her skirt, pulling it neatly down and looking around to see if anyone saw her. Shrugging it off, you make your way into Ms. O'Leary's classroom, followed by Tammy a minute later. As expected her angry eyes look at you as she begins a lecture about 'punctuality' and the importance it has in relation to respect, etc.

Finally you get to sit down, after she scolded you in front of the entire class along with Tammy. You feel your classmates staring at you on occasion. Glancing over at Tammy, you see the shy nerdy girl hiding her face in her hands, keeping her legs tightly pressed together. Weird, you think to yourself, before shrugging it off and focusing on the class ahead of you. It was an absolute slog, but you made it through without too much trouble. People begin filtering out, but you notice Tammy is still packing up, much more slowly than is normal for her. Feeling a bit concerned for her, you make your way over to her as Ms. O'Leary leaves too, leaving the classroom temporarily empty.

"Everything okay, Tammy?" you inquire.

Her face is still that deep shade of red as she seems to struggle to even answer. When she finally does say something, you can't even hear what she said, so you ask her to repeat herself. Rather than do so immediately, speaking up more loudly and clearly, she stands up and lifts her skirt. This completely catches you off guard. Not only because it's a strange reaction, but even more because she isn't wearing anything underneath. Your eyes land directly on her naked snatch, cleanly shaven. Turning an equally deep shade of red, you try and make sense of it all when Tammy speaks up again, finally dropping her skirt.

"I-I forgot my panties this morning."

As soon as she says this, she slumps down onto her desk, softly sobbing. You begin to feel bad for her. Grabbing a chair you sit down next to her, and awkwardly put your arm on her shoulder, still painfully aware she just flashed her pussy to you. The sight of Tammy crying makes your heart waver however, and you try and think of a solution. After a few moments you can come up with two. The first would be to offer to go to the lost and found and see if they had a spare pair, however, you'd both almost certainly be late for your next class, and that meant even more detention this week. You couldn't risk getting much more, as your frequent tardiness had racked you up quite the record, meaning you'd have no more room after that and face expulsion. The other option was quicker but you were much less eager to jump to it: offer to lend Tammy your panties. After all, you were wearing jeans, so aside from it being a bit uncomfortable, you should be fine.