She runs into Brad and her friends

“Hey, Brad… what are you doing here of all places? Ah, the rest of the class is here too. Cool, cool, cool...”

“Hey girl, I know you are proud of your body, but you don’t have to flaunt it like that.” Yep, it was a posse. Three guys and four girls from Amanda’s class. Like half of them were close enough to her that she could call them friends, but the others were mere acquaintances. And of course, there was the Bradster himself.

“I told ya she was an exhibitionist.”

“No, I’m not, Victoria! If you have to know, I’m only naked because of a bet!”

“Figures. What, you bet that the loser would have to take a lap around the mall starkers?”

Amanda twiddled her fingers, casting her eyes at her feet. “W-well, not yet. We are still in the middle of the competition. It’s a race to retrieve a Pokémon game from this thief…” Huh, it sounded way more ridiculous when she said that out loud. Maybe she should have mentioned the strip-thumb war? Nah, that would have been worse.

“So, what’s the forfeit for the loser?”

“W-well, If I lose, I’ll have to...” Amanda cleared her throat and made air quotes with her fingers. “...play with myself on the ride back.”

“Wow.”

“Told ya she was a pervert,” Victoria chuckled.

“That’s hot,” commented Brad’s hot friend.

Amanda had been wrong. Classes were going to be ultra awkward, and not just for the rest of the semester.

While the most awkward conversation in Amanda’s life was going on, Evie took the chance to sneak behind the punk like a silent little mouse. She opened her backpack and stuck her hand inside. What she retrieved was nothing more and nothing less than the Pokémon game she bought.

“Aaah!” Sadly, the thief noticed and sprinted away before Evie could grab the rest of her clothes. Nonetheless, her victory was secured. Evie held her treasure high in the air. “Ha! Take that Amanda, in your face! Eeep!” she stopped gloating as she noticed the group and the crowd gathering around them.

“Look, Nekkid Evvie is here too!” While Evie’s cheeks flushed red, Amanda’s went white as a ghost. “So, I guess that means you lost your bet, huh?” Brad told her.

“Hmm-huh,” a crestfallen Amanda agreed.

“Say, want us to give you a ride back in my van? Gotta be more private than the bus,” Brad offered. With wide-open eyes, Amanda stared back at him. If she agreed, she would have to do that in front of Brad and her other classmates. It was almost unthinkable! And yet, was doing it on the public bus like a total pervert any better? Friends or strangers… It was a dilemma.