No

Out of breath Zack looks up. “Fuck!” Both of the guys have left. Upon further investigation he found his shorts and boxers sitting in the toilet; his shirt hanging over the stall. He had about 10 minutes before the bell rang so whatever he does he needs to make it quick.

He throws his shirt on and then pulls it down over his crotch. He looks in the mirror. He look pathetic, but it’s all he could do for now. He opens the bathroom door and pokes his head out. He had a clear shot to the locker room. He takes a few breaths and starts running.

Just then…