Go find some emo panties!

"Bye!" you yell over your shoulder as you race out the door. "OK, Jack, think."

You know a few of the Goth girls hang out in the small alley between the main school building and the gymnasium. You have to walk the far way around the school to get there, so teachers rarely check out there for kids skipping class. It's usually a good place to smoke a cigarette and avoid shitty classes.

You quickly jog out the side doors of the school, out into the evening sky. You head around the side of the school, making sure to avoid the windows so the teachers don't see you sneaking out. You hurry out, as the smell of cigarette smoke gets stronger, as it always does. It's practically staining the air back out here. However, as you draw nearer, you begin to hear soft moans fill the air.

"God, this school is horny," you mutter under your breath, approaching the corner, the moans quite loud now.

You press up against the corner, tentatively peaking around. A pair of girls stand close together, pressing up against each other. They're kissing passionately, eyes closed. The taller one has a muscled frame, with long black hair that's been shaved on the sides. A golden ring hangs off her nose, and silver studs freckle her eyebrow. The shorter one has chocolate skin with a smattering of freckles and a long braid. Her school blouse has been opened to reveal a t-shirt showing some album cover of the Cramps. The taller one has her hand between the other's thighs, though its obscured by her skirt. The small girl's panties, a pair of purple boy shorts with black trim, hangs by her ankle. Both are

"Shit," you think. "I recognize those two. The tall one's Amy and the small one's Nicole. They're the lesbian couple from Chemistry. They're emos, this works."

You see your target, the purple pants hanging at Nicole's ankle, and think of a strategy.