Your clothes, obviously

"Your clothes," Madison says and smiles for the first time tonight.

"What?" you ask, sure you misheard her.

"You heard me, idiot," Madison says. "You leave your clothes here, and that way we know you won't try any funny business while you unlock the locker room."

Nope, you didn't mishear. Looks like your day is turning out to be miserable. You think back to that awful day in middle school when you lost your pants and, as always happens when that memory arises, you blush.

"Wait, is he blushing?" Rachel asks. As she does, you remember instantly that she had been there that day. Maybe that's why she always seemed a little awkward around you. You thought it was weird that in shop class, Rachel always managed to avoid being your partner. Could conservative Rachel be embarrassed for you?

"I think he is!" That's one of the girls still holding Rebecca's left arm. Her name is Jillian, you think.

And yes, you are blushing. There's no way you're going to submit to that embarrassment again. You wanted to help Rebecca out of a jamb, but you didn't expect to be humiliated along the way.

"Maybe that's going a bit too far," Rachel suggests.

"No way," Madison declares, ending the discussion. "That's the deal." She looks directly at you. "You leave your clothes here--and yes, I mean all of them--and then go unlock the locker room. Don't dawdle, and you can get dressed when you get back."

You look over at Rebecca, who you're still trying to impress. She's looking at you with pleading in her eyes. She wants to be freed, she wants to get out of this situation. And is there maybe something else that she wants, hiding behind those beautiful blue eyes?

Madison breaks your reverie. "Well, what do you say?"