Clara starts doubting (Clara POV)

I don't know why Tiffany would suddenly want to touch my breasts. She didn't manage to touch it, but I'm pretty sure that was what she was aiming for.

She recoiled back, saying, "uh - I didn't - " Yeah, you sure did.

"If you want your jacket back, just say it," I said. It was a pretty crappy jacket anyway, but she was nice for letting me have it, I'll admit. I was wondering whether to change into the sports bra I brought.

I heard more hoots from the boys as we pulled out laptops out to start working on our assignment. Horny bastards. A presentation was due next Tuesday, and although Tiffany had done a pretty good job of finding sources for the topic, she hadn't made any slides. Zoe said she was off for vacation or something, whatever. I'll just report her if she doesn't contribute again. Leanne was the worst - everything she wrote in the slides was so wishy-washy that she had to delete it all and start over.

It wasn't until we were halfway through that I realized there was something on the floor in front of me. I picked it up. It was a bra, a beige bra, looking exactly the same as mine.

"Sorry, that's my sister's." Tiffany said, taking it and packing it into her bag. "She forgot to bring it today, so I packed it for her. Dance practice."

Tiffany's sister danced, but she sure as hell didn't need a bra that big.

"She grew?" I said.

"Yeah, by a lot."

That was pretty much bullshit to me. What if that was really my bra? That means I would be topless right now. I started to cover my breasts with my hands, and I caught Tiffany make a face, just for a split second. Did that mean anything? But I can't be topless. I was still wearing Tiffany's jacket, and my bra was still inside.

What if I wasn't?

I felt my stomach collapse with fear. What if I didn't wear it, just like I didn't wear my blouse?

Is that why all the boys are staring?

But Tiffany acted like I was all fine - wait, since when would she offer me her jacket?

"I need to go," I said. I looked at Tiffany's bag for a moment, with the bra inside. I don't know if it's mine, but I do know I can't trust Tiffany.

I held my phone in my hand and headed out the door. There was only one person I can trust.