Not much, for now

In the end, Faye only asked for her phone number. She had wanted Emily to meet them after school, but upon learning of her detention instead made her promise to come over to her house when she got home later. With that, they both left her sitting naked in the shower stall. It was only after she finally dried off and returned to the main area of the locker room that she realized they had taken her jeans and shirt, leaving only her gym clothes to wear. Before she could try hunting them down or at least checking the lost and found for a sweatshirt to wear over top, the bell rang announcing the start of third period. Cursing, she wriggled back into her damp PE kit and ran off to class.

If she had had trouble focusing in her first two classes, it was outright impossible in third and fourth period. During PE everyone had been dressed more or less the same, but in a regular classroom her outfit attracted a lot more attention. It was a vicious cycle, her awareness of the other students sneaking peeks at her stiff nipples giving a thrill that ensured they continued to stick out noticeably. Her tight shorts also made her all the more conscious of her butt plug, fabric pulled taut over the silicone base as she sat. All the while, she was swimming in anxious arousal over what Faye and Riley might make her do later. Several times, she had to stop herself from grinding on her chair again, fearful that the greater scrutiny she was under now would lead to someone catching her.

Eventually, the bell rang for lunch and Emily slipped out of the room, heading for the cafeteria. The air conditioning made her shiver as she waited in line, cold air not doing a thing to hide her lack of a bra. She felt ****, only a single thin layer covering her body from the hundreds of eyes around her. Grabbing a slice of pizza and a can of soda, she made a beeline for the door, planning to spend the lunch break in the computer lab as usual when a flash of motion caught her eye. Faye was waving her over to a table, where about a dozen athletic-looking girls were seated. Swallowing nervously, she approached them. Faye beamed at her, scooting over and patting the bench between her and Riley. The petite Asian girl across from them raised an eyebrow as she sat.

"Who's this?"

Faye wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "This is Emily! She's interested in cheerleading, so I figured I'd introduce her to the rest of the team."

Emily almost opened her mouth to dispute the accusation that she would ever care about cheerleading, let alone sports in general, but remembering the real reason that she was sitting there now elected to simply shrug. The girl shot Faye a suspicious look before eying her up and down. She resisted the urge to cross her arms over her chest.

"Tryouts were at the start of the school year. And, no offense, but you don't look like you'd be a good fit anyways."

Emily nodded at that. She'd be the first to admit that she wasn't much of an athlete. "I wasn't really looking to join..."

"She's more of a fan," Faye said. "Wanted some advice from the pros about being more self-confident, you know?."

"Uh huh. I suppose that's why she's not wearing a bra?"

Faye just grinned, while Emily hunched over with a blush, looking around the table. A few of the other girls were glancing at her now, one of them openly giggling. She was suddenly reminded of her fantasy from after Faye caught her yesterday, of being made into the cheer team's sexual plaything. Her heart started pounding.

She was pulled from her thoughts by Faye starting to introducing her teammates, though if Emily was honest all the names other than Alice, the Asian girl, went in one ear and right out the other. Lunch was pretty peaceful after that, the girls chatting in smaller groups of three or four. Faye and Riley easily carried a conversation with her, and by the time she had to leave for fifth period she was actually feeling pretty relaxed for the first time since she got to school that morning. It was rather short-lived, however, as she entered the physics classroom and was immediately met by Ms. Stevens' piercing glare.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Davis! We missed you in detention yesterday."

Emily promptly turned around, pulled her shorts down, and mooned her.

Right, the Random Order, almost forgot about that. Good thing awareness is off, I somehow doubt Ms. Stevens would have appreciated that response... Hey, is it sad that I went the whole morning with only one other person saying hello to me?

Pulling her shorts back up, she met the teacher's expectant gaze. The embarrassment written on her face probably made her seem more sincere as she said, "Sorry Miss, I, uh, forgot. I'll make it up today."

Ms. Stevens huffed. "And tomorrow as well. Don't worry, I'll remind you in case you 'forget' again."

"Yes Ma'am." She ducked her head and went to sit down, pulling out her notebook. While the other students filing in still gave her gym clothes odd looks, she resolved to at least try to pay attention to class this period, if only to avoid further trouble.