His girlfriend, who's not at all happy about Yuki's "flirting."

Originally written by Apollo at writing.com

In his defense, Alex didn't see any harm in this action. Between changing into something suitable before gym class and showering after, the aid of another female student wouldn't be too outlandish an imposition. Yuki could be shy in any case, but his shirt should make the ordeal even more manageable. Certain characters' crusades for naked girl flesh was no secret in the school, and it put every girl on edge; this situation should evoke a little sympathy and get Yuki out of this sooner. The person was staying after school today for help in math class, so it wouldn't be much of an inconvenience for her. Above all else, recent events led him to believe her petty possessive problem was a thing of the past.

His message read:

A friend of mine lost her clothes. Do you have any spare clothes on hand? She should fit into yours easily. We're by the locker rooms. Please hurry. Thanks!

His wording, on the other hand, was a mental hiccup. One he didn't catch before he hit send.

"Now we just wait for her and hope," Alex said, leaning against the wall. "It'll probably be a few minutes."

Yuki shuffled towards him and asked, "How do you know she has something for me to wear?"

"It's a solid guess. I think she had gym today. And if I have to, I can punch a hole in my belt and give you my jeans. Anything's better than holding down the edge of my shirt and staying hunched over, right?"

"Not if I'm puttin you out!"

"Relax," he said, flashing that soothing smile again. "I came by here to change into sweats, anyway. I just figured my gear wouldn't be a good fit for you and I should try for something better."

"Alex, I don't know how to thank you." With each word, Yuki's back steadily straightened and thrust out her chest, joined in time with her hands, gradually releasing the hem of the shirt. Her rock hard teats now strained against the fabric, and her nether regions were on the verge of total exposure. She didn't care. This was her chance to finally snag the guy who occupied her late night fantasies.

The plan wouldn't go beyond this display.

Without warning, Alex jumped forward, knocking the tiny Asian back to the ground, in the very same crab walk she just left and bared her entire pussy again. Looming over her was a familiar face, one that normally made no impression on Yuki, but today left her with goosebumps. The normally hazy blue eyes of Christine Voclain looked like they were preparing to draw blood.

An upper class family would call the Voclains "new money" if they were lucky. Just before Christine entered high school, her father had enough good fortune to fall into financial security, even though it wasn't enough to get her into an elite school with her grades. Over night, she became obsessed with her appearance - her most recent absence from school was the recovery from cosmetic surgery, and she came back with designer clothes meant to show off the implants in her chest and a new hairstyle to keep her new nose uncovered. Every guy in the city wanted her, but she only wants the best in the world and usually turned up her nose at even her old friends.

"Stop goosing me!" Alex's voice seemed to echo through the hall.

Christine's face changed almost instantly, from murderous she-devil to apologetic angel. It looked pouty and apologetic, right down to the quivering lip. Even her voice became a cloying sob of baby talk. "I'm sowwy, I can't help mysewf sometimes."

Alex wanted to yell again. The attention was great, especially since it was a result of all his work at the gym, but he was starting to bruise. But he couldn't do it. Christine looked too adorable when she made that face. The end result was always lip biting and fist clenching before his standard reply. "Just...work on it, okay?"

"'kay!" Christine said with a kiss. A long kiss.

The smack of their lips covered the shattering of Yuki's heart. The whole display made two clear points: Alex was taken, and he was happy with it. The arrival of Christine made Yuki disappear into the background. She'd have to speak to return to the situation, but her voice had hidden itself again. It seemed strange to her. There were plenty of guys she'd liked from afar before, and a fair number found their way into a midnight pleasure session, but when she found a fault or that they were taken, the sting of it lasted five minutes at the longest and she moved on to the next guy. Seeing Alex with someone as desirable as Christine, however, was crippling.

Then again, she reasoned, if he's happy, I should be happy. Right?

Rising back to her feet, Yuki was only able to clear her throat to break them up. Christine went back to glaring daggers at the petite Asian, while Alex only blushed and lowered his head. He berated himself, Yuki's in a bind like this, and I'm worried about my own fun!

"S-Sorry, Yuki," he said, his voice cracking. "Uh, Chris, you got something Yuki can wear home?"

"Oh yeah, totally." Christine's voice was sweet and concerned, but not to that same sickening level she had before. Yet her face, which Alex couldn't see right now, continued to make Yuki feel impending doom. "Let's get you into something more your size."

Christine hustled Yuki back into the girl's locker room, simultaneously telling Alex to change for the gym and get going. All she really wanted to do was chase him away. There were plenty of girls who wanted to steal anything they could from her, or so said Christine's paranoia, and Alex was near the top of the list. His gentlemanly upbringing made it all too easy for these girls to get their hooks in him, and Yuki wasn't the first to exploit it. For all the hatred, Christine couldn't help but admire Yuki's fortitude. None of the others dared to streak out of a locker room and "accidentally" crash into Alex, or flash a bald beaver. Even so, it wouldn't go unpunished.

After getting Alex's shirt back, Christine made her next move.