Give her your fucking shirt

"Okay, fine," you say and pull off your shirt. As you hold it in your hand, you realize that this girl is right. It really is gross.

Before either of you can say anything, Rebecca finally appears behind the girl in the doorway.

"What the fuck, Liz?"

The woman in the doorway laughs and turns to face Rebecca. "Becky, you didn't tell me you had a new boyfriend."

"He's my, um..." she starts, and then she notices you. "Hey, what the fuck is going on here?"

"Your um is filthy, so I told him he can't come in if he's going to stink up the house."

You smile, wanting to smooth things over and avoid any drama. "Hey, Rebecca," you say. "It's cool. Liz here has a good point. I don't mind."

Rebecca smiles back at you, but Liz glares. She remains between you and the cheerleader, who's still wearing the same cute green skirt and light gray, short-sleeve blouse she had on during school. I wonder if she put on some underwear after she got home, you think to yourself with a grin.

Liz reaches forward and grabs your shirt from your hand. You've been shirtless in public loads of times, but this feels different. Being **** to take off clothing like this is much more awkward and embarrassing.

Liz crinkles her nose. "Sorry, still no can do," she says. You gape at her as she adds, "Lose the shorts."

"Elizabeth!" Rebecca shouts.

"Elizabeth," Liz mocks. "What'll mom think when I tell her you had a boy over after school? Especially when I show her the shirt he left behind."

"You wouldn't dare," Rebecca says.

"Well, I guess you'll find out," Liz says lightly. "Because this stud isn't coming into our house wearing those shorts."

You need to get inside. Rebecca's going to tell you how she plans to prank someone on the cheerleading team, and she's promised you a tempting reward for helping out. And anyway, now that her sister is holding your shirt as evidence that Rebecca broke her house rule, you're in a bind.

Rebecca meets your gaze and shrugs. "Would you mind?" she says.

You want to play it cool, so you smile back at her. "Sure, no problem," you say. "I understand."

You peel your shorts down your sweaty legs and step out of them. You can feel Rebecca's and Liz's eyes on you as you straighten up, your boxer-briefs, soaked with sweat, tight against your thighs and groin. It's just like a swim suit, you tell yourself. Earlier today you were swimming in front of your whole gym class, after all. No big deal.

It is a big deal, though, because it's not a swim suit. You know you're prone to blushing, and you can feel the redness starting to bloom under your neck.

"Okay-" Rebecca starts but before she can say anything else, her sister grabs your shorts from you.

"Good," Liz says, keeping her eyes on your crotch. She still doesn't move to let you inside.

"Um, can I have my phone back?" you ask.

Liz looks you in the eye, glances over your body again, and then says, "Fine." She reaches into the pocket of your shorts ... but what she takes out isn't your phone.

It's a green thong.

"What the fuck is this?!" Liz shouts, and you turn beet red. Rebecca's sister found the pair of underwear she gave you before third period to entice you to help her with her plan. If this situation was embarrassing before, it's mortifying now. Liz glares at Rebecca and say, "What is this boy doing with my underwear?"

_Her_ underwear? you think in surprise.