"I...I..."

Everyone turned to me. I was on the last roll and right now I was trying to use the Literature book to cover up the fact that I had no shirt on.

"I... Maybe she was **** to do it..." I said weakly.

The other students murmured, surprised by the new idea.

"Hum? Like ****? That's an interesting theory." Liana said. She was sitting right beside me and I think she caught on to my outfit. "So, who do you think is the streaker?"

"I..."

before I could say anything the teacher barged in, holding his books. Mr. Gibbons, he was an old man, on the heavier side and a very strict teacher.

"Alright, settle down class, that's enough talking about the streaker. The school is looking into it to punish the one responsible for such childish prank, so you should have nothing to worry about." He paused and turned to us. "There's nothing more to discuss."

Everyone went quiet and sat upright on their chairs as Mr. Gibbons started to write on the board.

Daisy raised her hand and began talking. "Mr. Gibbons, what about the rumors going around that she's going to do it again today? How can we be certain that the school is doing their jobs to prevent that?"

Mr Gibbons turned to Daisy, it looked like this was the first time he'd heard of this rumor. He raised an eyebrow. "Ms. Daisy, if I catch you, or anyone for that matter, saying one more word about the streaker in MY class! It's straight to the principals office."

"Mr. Gibbons, but I just..."

"One. More. Word."

Daisy shut her mouth, crossed her arms and sat there looking vexed.

Mr. Gibbons started his lesson, he began talking about the Romantic Period in history and everyone seemed focused.

About halfway through the class I heard:

"Psst. Erica. Psst." Liana was whispering.

I could feel her looking at my outfit., but I tried to ignore it.

And then I felt a little paper ball hit my head, I looked at her on instinct.