Ignore the spectators

Her pants, or what was left of it, was in the hands of a boy just to her right. "That's a sweet ass, girl," he said with a whistle. It didn't take long for the bottomless girl to attract a few onlookers. Within seconds, their phones were out recording and snapping pictures.

Jessica wasted no time panicking. With confidence, she kept one hand over her crotch while she struggled with the other to find the spare key under her dad's car. Since she didn't want to sprawl across the asphalt her genitals to the sky, she stayed on her knees while blindly fumbling with her searching hand. She made no sign the snapping of cellphone cameras were bothering her. On the inside though, she was burning up and wanted to just run away from the school.

Jessica quickly realized trying to retrieve the key with one hand and without looking was more difficult than she imagined. Her observers began to see through her facade and her welling desperation. And it seemed that some of the students had been texting and spreading the word too; more and more students were slowly surrounding Jessica. It was now or never for her. She had to find her key (even if it meant briefly exposing herself) before the other students become bolder.