To the locker rooms

Let's do this, you tell yourself and dash off to the locker rooms. You can hear the chattering and laughing of the girls behind you as you review your unbelievable situation.

You're running naked alongside your abandoned high school's football field, holding the cheerleading outfit of your very hot and currently naked crush with an invitation to approach and unlock the girls' locker room.

Amazingly, you clear your head when you reach the girls' locker room. The flood light that usually illuminates the sidewalk is out, and in the darkness you squeeze up beneath the overhang. You test the knob just to be sure; yep, it's locked.

You put down Rebecca's clothes and your phone and start testing out the janitor's keys one at a time. It's hard to see using only the distant stadium lights, but with no time to waste, you set to work.

At this point, you start to appreciate the confidence that all those years of shop class have given you. You have a keen sense of how things fit together, and it doesn't take long for you to identify which kind of key perfectly fits this lock. Voila! you shout to yourself as the door swings open.

Whatever noise the cheerleading squad, including the nude Rebecca, are making is currently washed out by the rain. You're standing in the dark, next to the open locker room door. They couldn't possibly expect you back so soon; it'd be easy to slip into the locker room for a quick peek. But with the naked and humiliated Rebecca waiting for you to return her clothes, maybe you should hurry back as fast as you can.

Tough call, you say to yourself.