Math class

Summer was getting a little confused. Halfway through first period, and nobody had paid any attention to her yet. Still, it could only be a matter of time. She'd been reliably assured that this was the Attention Dimension, where everyone paid attention to her. Surely the other Summer wouldn't lie.

The subsitute teacher winked at her. He was very cute, and she wanted to impress him. "Summer," he said, gesturing to the equation on the blackboard. "Mind helping us out with this one?"

She didn't have to think twice. She got up and sauntered towards the blackboard. She reached for the chalk, confident in her equation-solving abilities, and it slipped through her fingers, rolling onto the floor. She bent down to get it.

And heard a ripping sound.

"What's the matter, Summer?" asked the teacher, as Summer's cheeks turned bright red and she frantically tried to remember what kind of underwear she was wearing today. The chalk had rolled under the desk. She couldn't quite get it, no matter how much further she bent over. And she really didn't want to bend over any more. She heard a giggle from behind her, and hastily stood upright, spinning around so nobody could see the sudden split in her pants. Who'd seen it? How much did they see?

"Um," she said. "May I be excused, please?"

"In a minute. Finish the problem first."

"But..."

"Come on, Summer. You want to impress me, don't you?"

"I..."

"You're not stupid, are you? I don't like stupid girls."

"No!" Quickly, before she could think, Summer spun back around and stood before the chalkboard with her ass facing the class, puzzling over the equation. She'd known how to do this only a moment ago, but now all the maths seemed to have gone right out of her head. She gazed at the numbers and letters, trying desperately to remember how they all fit together, very aware that her underwear was peeping at the audience through the split in her white pants.

More giggles rang in her ears as she quickly scrawled some numbers on the board, before dropping the chalk and making a dash for the door. This wasn't the kind of attention she'd had in mind.