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I was getting along pretty well with everyone when Paige stood up with her lunch tray and “accidentally” spilled its contents all over me. Scraps of pasta and sauce got in my hair while orange juice and yogurt soaked my shirt and jeans.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” Paige said.

She took a napkin to try and wipe me down only to smear and soil my clothes even more. “It’s fine,” I said, also trying to clean myself with similar results.

“Oh dear… you should change into new clothes. I don’t think that’s gonna come off,” Paige said.

“I haven’t got any though_” I said.

“Oh! We can take you to the office to get you some!” Lucy interjected.

“That’s very kind of you, but it’s fine_” I said

but was interrupted again. “No, no, I insist, I mean it was my fault,” Paige said apologetically.

“I don’t uh_” “Here c’mon, let’s go now!” Lucy and Paige then each grabbed an arm and pulled me from my seat.

“H-hey!” I said.

“Really, I’m fine!” “I would feel awful for the rest of the day if I didn’t help,” Paige said. The girls marched me out of the cafeteria and into the halls.

Now, because I was smaller than both girls (despite being the same age) it was more like they were dragging me. “Besides, Ms. Johnson would never let you into homeroom with you all smelly and sticky like that!” Lucy said. I stopped complaining.

We reached the office and were greeted by Ms. Sherman, the school secretary and also my neighbor. “Hi Ms. Sherman!” Lucy and Paige said cheerfully.

“Hello ladies, what can I do for you?” Ms. Sherman said and flashed me a smile. “I see you’ve dragged a poor victim with you,” she said.

“Oh, you know how Paige is such a klutz. She spilled her lunch all over him.” Lucy said dramatically. “And we’re wondering if we could get some clean clothes for him,” Paige said.

Ms. Sherman thought for a moment. "Well..." She opened a drawer under her desk.

She pulled out a glittery white shirt with a unicorn on it and a pink pair of leggings. “These are for my daughter’s but I think they should fit you.”

Lucy held up the shirt in front of me to confirm she was right. “Perfect, this will do Ms. Sherman!” Lucy said as Paige snickered.

Then Lucy grabbed the hem of my shirt and tried to pull it off. “What the— hey!” I shouted and pushed her back.

“C’mon, let’s get you changed,” Lucy said.

“Not in here!” I said.

Lucy grabbed my shirt again but Ms. Sherman came to my rescue. “Girls,” she said with a warm smile. “I think that’s going too far.”

“Oh, alright,” Lucy let go, slightly disappointed.

“Well, we’ll be off now!” Paige said.

The girls once again locked their arms around mine, each taking a garment in their free hands.

The girls resumed dragging me around until we arrived in front of a bathroom. “Here!” the girls said as they shoved me inside and tossed me the clothes.

“Um… thanks,” I said. “See ya!” Then the girls left, seemingly for good.

I got into a stall to change and took off my dirty clothes. But before I got dressed, I felt bothered by the sticky residue on my skin and decided to clean myself a little bit first.

To my surprise, when I opened the stall door, I was met with Lucy and Paige. I yelped and jumped back. “What are you guys doing here?!” I asked.

“Oh we decided to stick around in case you needed help getting dressed.” Paige said with a sly grin. “And it seems like you do.”

“Why are you coming out in your underwear?” Lucy asked.

“I was just uh… there’s still some juice on me that I wanted to clean," I said.

“Oh, then by all means," Lucy said. Both girls moved out of the way.

Cautiously, I got out of the stall and went to the sink. There, I did my best to clean myself. When I turned around I saw Lucy and Paige holding up all of my clothes, dirty and new. “Umm, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Well,” Lucy answered. “Paige paid you back for spilling all that stuff over you.”

“Uh... and?” I asked nervously.

“But that was Paige's mess not mine. I want something in return. So it’s fair," Lucy said.

“You offered to help me,” I said incredulously.

“Well I changed my mind,” she said. “And we have all your clothes, so you kind of have to agree.”

I grimaced then said, “Ok then… what do you want?”

Lucy and Paige looked at each other and grinned. Things had gone exactly according to their plan.

“We want your underwear,” Lucy said.

“You can't be serious,” I said.

“Oh but we are!” she said.

“But I’ll be naked!” I retorted.

“No, in exchange we're trading you these,” Paige said, dangling the garments in her hands. “No one will notice you're not wearing underwear," she assured.