A dull English Lit. Class

Lexie shifted in her seat, Ms. Walkerton droning on at the front of the class about the book she was starting you on, something about two college guys having a weird friendship, and then one of them gets hurt or something. Normally, Lexie would be paying attention, and if she was feeling particularly adventurous on a given day, she might even raise her hand to make a comment or answer a question! But that wasn’t happening today.

No matter how much she fidgeted or tried to ignore it, Lexie couldn’t escape an uncomfortable pinching sensation in a particularly uncomfortable place. She was sure she’d picked out a comfy pair of boyshorts this morning, plain pale pink but comfortable cotton, but now she had just the worst wedgie. Glancing around, and seeing a sea of uninterested expressions, she took the chance to try and pry things loose; but as she went to stick her thumb into her waist band, she found she could barely stretch the hem of her jeans enough to fit her finger! She realized with a start that she must have picked out some undersized apparel this morning, though she couldn’t remember struggling, and now that she thought about it, her top was showing off more of her stomach than she remembered, and her bra straps were starting to bite into her skin.

This wasn’t something she’d be able to handle in the middle of her classroom. Lexie’s hand shot up, and Ms. Walkerton seemed surprised to have her interject in the middle of a sentence. “Yes, Lexie? What do you think of Phineas’s personality? Is he being genuine, or do you think his attitude is more of an affectation?”

Lexie shifted again in her seat, a slight blush rising to her cheeks. “Um, actually Ms., I was hoping I could go use the bathroom.” A soft snicker rose up from somewhere in the class, and Lexie did her best to ignore it as her teacher sighed.

“Very well,” she said. There wasn’t much time left in the class period anyway, and Lexie had always been a fine student, so she decided to cut her some slack as the young woman grabbed her bag and stood up to leave. What the teacher didn’t hear was the sound of tearing fabric as Lexie got to her feet; Lexie’s eyes widened, as did those of the young man behind her who got a glimpse of bubbly brown cheeks with a disappearing strip of pink in between them, before Lexie moved her bag back behind herself and quickly left the room, leaving her teacher to quell the class’s amused murmurs.