Go ask Caoimhe

You quickly spot Caoimhe, sitting and talking with the other Theater Fagg... Drama Kids. You walk over to her, gently rapping your knuckles against the back of her head.

"Hey, Caoimhe," you say.

"Hey, Jack," she says, turning around to look at you. "How are you?"

"Pretty good. Can I talk to you in private?"

"Sure," Caoimhe says, hopping up from her seat.

You quickly lead Caoimhe out to the empty school hallways, leaning against a locker as you look at her.

"Are you OK?" Caoimhe asks. "Need a hand with something?"

"Yeah," you say, wondering how to phrase your request. "Um... I need to ask you for something, and you have to keep it a secret, OK?"

"OK," Caoimhe says slowly, a strange mixture of curiosity and nervousness on her face. "What's wrong?"

"You also have to promise not to get mad or upset with me," you say.

"Um... I... OK, I guess," Caoimhe says in confusion. "I'll try, at least. What do you need?"

"Can I, pretty please, borrow a pair of your panties?"

"What?!" she exclaims, her eyes widening. "Gross, no! You can't have...!"

You put your hand against her mouth, clamping it shut.

"Quiet! Don't get me in trouble!" you say, releasing your hand.

"I...!" she begins to exclaim, before blushing and dropping to a whisper. "You can't have my underwear, Jack. That's, like, so, so gross. Why do you even need them?"

"I... no reason," you say, deciding she probably wouldn't like the idea of your bet.

"Then no, you can't," Caoimhe says. "Don't be gross."

"Fine," you say, rolling your eyes. "Go eat your lunch."

"Is there anything else you need me to do for you?" Caoimhe asks. "Besides... you know, that."

"No, I'm good," you say.

"OK," Caoimhe says. "Sorry I couldn't help you."

Still blushing red, she quickly leaves you alone and returns to her friends. Well, that failed. Time for Plan B.