My gym clothes, and no underwear.

All Becky had in her backpack for me was a familiar set of dingy, well worn gym clothes; the sweaty things I had been wearing before we all hopped in the shower and this whole mess started. She handed me the pair of navy blue basketball shorts, along with my white t-shirt. I wasn't happy, but I could have dealt with it if Becky had anything else to give me.

"...Is that it?" I asked, waiting for her to hand me two more very important articles, but looking into Becky's backpack I could tell I wasn't getting them. All she handed me were my sneakers, also minus socks.

"Look," Becky started, "we were in a hurry! I knew Amanda was naked, and your gym clothes were right there!"

"Yeah, but right underneath them should have at least been some underwear!"

Jess patted me on the back. "Yeah, she should have," she said, exchanging a terse look with Becky, who rolled her eyes, "but, uh, maybe you oughta get dressed and then tell her off," and Jess nodded in the direction of the libraries opening. I could hear more murmuring, and the sound of the door being opened, presumably as more people filed in before the next period started. I let out a sigh, and got to work dressing.

Going commando under the basketball shorts was a strange feeling. The fabric was already prone to static cling, but between the sweat in the shorts and the slight dampness that persisted on my skin from the shower, this was a cling of a different kind, simultaneously feeling too thin against my skin around the waistband and feeling too airy from the leg holes underneath. The shirt was worse; there was no real see-through fabric going on, but it was a worry, with all the aforementioned dampness. As it was, it wouldn't take much for people to figure out I didn't have a bra on underneath, and the whole thing just felt gross. The final nail in the coffin, however small, was having to slip my feet into the shoes I'd just been running around in, now without socks. I shuddered as a I tossed the towel into Becky's backpack, which she didn't look happy about, but thankfully didn't protest.

"There, see?" Becky said, "These work fine!"

"Assuming you don't look at her chest for too long..." Jess added.

"Look," I said, "let's just.... let's just get to class. We're already going to be late."

"What about our things?" Amanda asked. Three out of four of us had left our backpacks in the locker room in the rush, after all.

"We'll have to swing back around before the start of next period."

And so, doing our best to look nonchalant as we walked out of the library, myself keeping my arms crossed across my chest, we headed out to our next classes.