Go back to your mates with your prize

You quickly walk back to your table in the dinner hall, smiling happily at your friends. You slide in next to Ben, fumbling for your pocket. You pull out the folded cotton panties you're hiding in there, holding them up for your friends to see.

"Bam, that's the Drama kids done," you say triumphantly, waving the pair around in their faces.

"Oh, show us," Ben says, leaning in to snatch them, before you hurry to shove them into your pocket.

"Oi, fuck off, they're my trophy," you say. "Finders' keepers."

"OK, you got the Theater Faggots, that's one group down," Lukas shrugs. "Easily done. No way you're getting all of them."

"Is Theater Faggots sticking?" you ask, wondering if there's homophobic connotations there, before realizing you don't care when the bell rings and it's time to go to class.

"Let's go," you say, shrugging. "On we get."

"Fine," Lukas shrugs. "What's left today?"

"Double math and English," Daniel says, as you turn away from lunch to get the rest of the day done.