No time to waste

"Go quick," you whisper to Rebecca, and she nods.

You step back into the dark office while Rebecca opens the door. She quietly calls out, "Don't freak out," and you see Rachel spin around with a gasp. Rebecca enters the locker room and closes the office door behind her without looking back. She still has one hand holding on to your gym shorts, which will easily slide to the floor if she lets go.

"What the hell?" Rachel says. She quickly pulls her skirt back on. "How did you get in there? And where did you get those clothes?"