Camilla comes back

"Hey, nice underwear!" I heard Camilla's voice behind me in the corridor. She had a full view of my red boxer-briefs with a black trim. I blushed, grabbing at my trousers but inadvertently standing on them at the same time, I found I could not pull them up.

"Looking good!" another voice called out. I looked around, seeing more people looking in my direction, and I still couldn't pull up the trousers. Suddenly someone came up behind me and grabbed my shirt, yanking it hard, and I couldn't see anything except white cotton. I tumbled forwards, releasing the trousers but grabbing something else.

I hit the ground, and pulled my shirt off my head. That was when I realised what I had grabbed to try and stop my fall. Camilla's skirt was on the floor, and she was trying to cover up her purple knickers.

"Sorry!" I gasped, but she did not seem in a mood to listen to an apology. She bent quickly, grabbed my trousers and tugged them away. "Wait, don't..."