Mackenzie's outfit holds together... barely

Scantily clad as she was, Mackenzie tried to make her way through the crowd while drawing as little attention as possible. But that was no easy task. Class had ended, so the hall was swarmed with students moving in every direction. It only took a few seconds before her pale and exposed skin began catching the eyes of everyone around her. The redhead tried to block out the voices, but couldn't help but overhear some of them.

"Whoa!! Check her out!"

"Ugh, what a slut."

"She's that streaker chick!"

"Look you can see her nipples poking through!"

"That's cuz she gets turned on by stuff like this, duh."

Mackenzie turned an even deeper shade of red while she hastily made her way towards an exit. She'd gladly take the long way over to the Lecture Hall if it meant she could be outside and get away from the crowds. Willow soon caught up with her, since Mackenzie's pace had slowed thanks to how uncomfortably tight her borrowed wardrobe was.

"I can't believe you actually wear these." she said, turning to Willow.

"What? Oh god no." she laughed. "I haven't worn those in years now. I cut them extra short to tease a boy who had a crush on me one time I think. To be honest I wasn't even sure if they'd actually fit you!"

As if on cue, one of Mackenzie's shoulder straps suddenly snapped, ripping free from the front of the crop top. It whipped over her shoulder and came to a rest dangling from the back of the shirt. With lessened support, Mackenzie's left breast dipped ever so slightly lower, putting slightly more strain on the already stretched garment.

"I'm not entirely sure that they do." Mackenzie said, beginning to feel nervous again. Would this outfit really hold together while she took her next two tests?

An embarrassing (but thankfully clothed) few minutes later, Mackenzie arrived at the Lecture Hall for her History midterm. But standing in front of the room was a familiar face.

"There you are!" said an angry looking Jack Feldman. The campus police officer apparently knew Mackenzie's schedule pretty well based on how he had staked out Mackenzie's arrival.

Mackenzie froze in place, suddenly terrified that she was about to be hauled away again.

"You're coming with me." the cop said, pulling out an all too familiar zip tie.

"Whoa, whoa whoa!" Willow said angrily, "What the hell for?"

"What do you think? For public indecency." Jack said snidely as he stepped towards a terrified Mackenzie.

"Indecency?!" Willow proclaimed loudly as she stepped protectively in front of Mackenzie. "And how in the hell is she indecent exactly?"

"Oh come on. Just look at her."

"I am looking, and I see a crop top and some shorts!" Willow kept nearly shouting, drawing the attention of all the students around them.

"Yeah, but-"

"So is wearing a crop top or tight shorts indecent all of a sudden?" she continued, "Because, if so, then you're going to have to start making a lot more 'arrests' when spring rolls around. I mean, have you seen what some of the girls wear around campus?"

"I... That's..." Jack faltered, looking around and realizing that there were already a few phones out, recording his every move. After a few long moments of silence he finally backed down. "Fine. But you better keep that 'outfit' on today." he said, staring daggers at Mackenzie. "I'll be watching you." With that, he turned around and stalked off.

"Oh my god, thank you Willow!" Mackenzie emphatically said after letting out a held breath. She gave her friend a big hug and allowed herself to calm down. Willow savored the moment, more than happy to be in Mackenzie's embrace. The moment was cut short when the dirty-blonde haired girl felt something uncomfortably flick into her stomach.

"Ow! What was that?" Willow asked, separating from Mackenzie.

"Oh no..." Mackenzie muttered, immediately noticing what it was. The button on the front of her jean shorts was conspicuously absent, having snapped free of the garment under so much strain. Luckily for Mackenzie, the shorts were so tight on her that she was in no danger of them falling down of their own accord. But it did mean that if the redhead wasn't careful then the zipper might slowly start getting pulled open as well.

"Good luck in there." Willow said in a comforting tone. Mackenzie wasn't sure if her friend was talking about taking the midterm or about keeping her outfit together. But either way she appreciated it.

Mackenzie cautiously walked into the large lecture hall, which had rows of seats arranged in semicircles, each row being lower than the last. Down at the bottom of the theater-esque room was the professor's desk. Since she was one of the last people to arrive, Mackenzie was **** to take one of the seats in the very bottom row of the room. In fact, she ended up right in middle of the front row, just a few feet away from the professor's desk and in his direct line of sight. This also meant virtually every single person in the room could see Mackenzie's back from where they sat, much to her displeasure.

PLEASE just let me make it through this test without anything going wrong! she silently prayed as she sat down on the old wooden seat. After being handed a test and an answer booklet to write her short essays in, Mackenzie began trying to focus on the test in front of her. She tried her best to mentally block out any thoughts of embarrassing outfits or naked dashes until later. The professor soon announced the beginning of the test and the nearly two hundred students in the room began working.