Naomi

She was my best friend, how could I not?

"Hey, Naomi." I hurried over to her and stood behind her.

"Edward." she turned and smiled, which moved her rear away from me and exposed it again. "What’s up?"

"Your skirt is." I replied.

"I don't get it." she puzzled, she looked down at her skirt front. "What's wrong with it?"

"Check the back."

"Oh my god!" Naomi realised what haf happened, and quickly untucked the garment, smoothing it down, "That must have been like that since I left home! I walked here today!"

"That's why you should always wear nice underwear." I replied.

Naomi playfully punched my arm. I looked over her shoulder, saw Camilla had been met by two of her friends. I would have to find a other opportunity later.

"Ready to face the day?" Naomi smiled at me.

"Just need to grab my History book." I replied, opening my locker next door to Naomi's. I bent down to look inside it.

RIP!

I had a horrible feeling I knew what that noise had been, but I turned to Naomi anyway.

"Was that...?"