Everybody's getting naked, even if Crystal doesn't want to.

You hold your head in your hands in utter annoyance. Crystal is standing beside you in detention, gloating that she caught you again. "My, my, Sam. You just can't keep your dirty little desires to yourself, can you?"

"For the love of - we were holding hands, Crystal!" You say.

"With Dana, a known troublemaker!" Crystal snaps. "You can judge one by the company they keep, and I can only guess the things you've done to get into her good graces."

You roll your eyes at her twisted logic. She turns around and swiftly storms off. "Now, I figure Dana won't be showing up for her detention, and you won't be willing to tell me where she is. So, I'm off to track the hooky-player down. Try to behave yourself, Sam."

Crystal leaves you behind in the detention room. You smile to yourself and begin texting your girlfriends on your phone. As smart as Crystal likes to think she is, she sometimes misses quite a bit; including confiscating your phone.

As you talk with your lovers, a new text message pops up. It's from an unknown number and simply says,

Your favorite girl. Meet me after school by your car. I have a plan to finally get Crystal off our backs.

You feel extremely confused. You never told any of the girls they were your favorite, nor could you begin to guess who it could be. The rest of detention is spent wondering which of the girls would go to the lengths of sending you a hidden message just to update you about Crystal.