Game Over

Mackenzie lay in bed, wearing the sheer babydoll that Willow had lent her. Well, that wasn't quite accurate. Mackenzie lay on top of her bare mattress wearing the sexy getup Willow had lent her. Willow kept glancing over at her every few minutes, openly leering at Mackenzie with a small giggle. Mackenzie was trying to ignore it.

She had knocked on Marianne's door, but there had been no answer. She either wasn't there or, more likely, she was still mad with Mackenzie. That meant that, for now, Mackenzie's wardrobe was subject to the whims of her roommate.

The redhead was trying to think about anything but her absolute nightmare of a day, but was failing miserably. The whole school, plus who knows how many people online, had all seen videos of her completely naked. And now, most people probably thought she was some sort of exhibitionist who had been streaking on purpose. Plus, now she had an asshole campus police officer's attention and if he ever found her in a similar misadventure, she'd be suspended from school for who knew how long. Mackenzie had wanted her time at college to be different from her humiliating senior year in high school. But so far, it was turning out to be even worse.

With a groan, Mackenzie rolled over and slipped a hand under her caseless pillow. To her surprise, she felt a small piece of paper. She pulled it out and read it:

"GAME OVER.

You have lost and as a result your entire wardrobe has been destroyed.

Thanks for playing! Better luck next time!"

Mackenzie crumpled up the note from the thief, suddenly furious at them again. She threw it in the trash can and rolled over with a pout. If she ever found out who had been behind this whole ordeal, Mackenzie would make them pay. Big time.

A sudden thought made her fury evaporate as she tried to make sense of something.

"Wait..." she said to herself, "What do they mean 'next time'?"