She tries, but no

*Click*

Amira knew that sound too well. The distinct click of a phone-camera going off finally jolted Amira into standing up. She quickly does a 180° and faces the entire class, her mouth agape in horror.

She got to witness every boy in class staring directly at her, most with their phones out, recoding every second. Their faces were a mix of pure, unadulterated ecstacy, and the most conniving, devilish smiles a young teenager could have.

Finally, Amira yelped and instinctively used both hands to cover her crotch area. The class erupted in laughter, the clicks of multiple phone cameras were only drowned out by the laughter. Finally, the teacher looked up from his computer in confusing.

"Alright, what's going on?"

He witnessed Amira, still facing the class, slightly bent down in her "covering up" stance. Realizing this, she quickly stood up straight and faced him.

"ahem. Well, maybe you should go to the nurses office, Amira. You're, ah, sweating like crazy."

The teacher sat down, delighted at the sight he just saw, but his deflection from his own reaction was true. Amira was sweating profusely, which meant her shirts were sticking even closer to her body.

Finally being granted a chance to escape, Amira bent down (again facing the class) to gather her items and purse.