Yes, just barely

As you return to the concession stand, you notice Madison staring Rebecca down. If the situation weren't so volatile, you'd drink in the scene. Madison's red pigtails brushed her bare shoulders as her chest heaved under the heavy fabric of her uniform. Rebecca's hair is pulled back into a long ponytail, but you can't really see it ... because two of the other cheerleaders have grabbed her arms and are holding her tight. You're worried about what Madison is about to do--after all, if you have to pick sides, you'll pick your crush any day--but you have to admit the situation is pretty hot.

You snap out of your reverie when you notice Rebecca noticing you. Her look of disappointment has melted; now she looks ... relieved? Or maybe just hopeful.

"Hey guys," you say, loudly enough to draw everyone's attention. "Maybe these can help?"

You hold up the keys to the locker room and flash Rebecca a victorious smile.

"What the hell?" Madison demands. "Where did you get those?"