“So obviously one of us has to wear the shirt home and come back with clothes for the other.”
“Right,” Sara said, nodding, “but who gets the shirt?”
Christina thought for a moment, weighing the benefits of the options in front of her.
“Well I live closer,” Sara said, “I think I should get the shirt, I’ll get home and back faster.”
“But your family could already be home, at the very least your mom almost definitely is. They’ll notice that you’re only wearing a shirt. I should be able to make it home before anyone gets there.”
“Oh shit, you’re right,” Sara said, “And my sister is back from college this weekend. If she notices that I don’t know what sort of complications she’s create.”
“I’ll go,” Christina said, opening the shirt and pulling it over her head. “I’ll go as fast as I can, I promise. I’ll be back here before you know it.”
“Wait, you mean, back here, in this bathroom?”
“Yeah, where else would I meet you?”
“This isn’t a great hiding place, there are a few after-school clubs and activities in this hall. No way you’ll get home and back before someone comes in here.”
“If you’re in a locked stall no one’s going to see you.”
“They’ll see my bare feet, and if I pull them up they’ll wonder why the stall is locked with no on inside. Wouldn’t you be curious if you found a locked stall with no one apparently inside.”
“Yeah, I guess I would. So where are you going to hide?”
Sara thought for a moment, before answering, “Behind the dumpsters outside the cafeteria.”
“Wait, you’re going to go _outside _like this?”
“It’s the most secluded part of the whole school. The dumpsters are surrounded by a concrete wall, and they’re right up against the school. No one can see me from the side, and if I’m crouched behind the dumpsters the only way someone will see me is if they try to get behind the dumpsters. What are the chances of that happening?”
Christina had to admit that the plan had some benefits to it. She didn’t like the idea of her friend having to go outside to make it work, but if Sara was willing to chance it then that was up to her.
“Alright,” she said. “I’ll get going.”
“Make sure the coast is clear for me first,” Sara said, heading towards the door.
Christina stepped outside of the bathroom and looked down both sides of the halls. They were completely empty and she couldn’t hear the sound of any approaching voices. She motioned to Sara that it was clear she stepped out of the bathroom.
“I’ll hurry,” Christina said, before turning away and jogging down the hall, her hands pulling the hem of the shirt down around her hips and bottom.
Sara turned the other direction and started walking through the halls, her hands carefully covering her breasts and crotch.
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