Of Course

"Come on out of there already! This isn't funny!" , Bradd shouted.

"There's nowhere to go! You can't hide from us forever.", Teresa interjected.

The rasp of their approaching shoes scraped against the silence, each sound a hammer blow against Melissa's hope. Huddled beneath the table, the flimsy wood felt like a paper shield against their relentless advance. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the image of their approaching forms. Was this it? Was there truly nowhere left to hide?

A choked sob escaped her lips, quickly clamped down with a bite of her teeth. Steeling herself, Melissa emerged from her hiding spot beneath the table. Her voice barely a whisper, she offered a shaky greeting, "Hi..."

Two pairs of eyes widened comically as Melissa emerged from under the table. A beat of stunned silence followed, broken only by the girl's sharp intake of breath. Then, a flicker of anger crossed the girl's features, while a surprised chuckle escaped the boy's lips.

"Damn it," Bradd swore under his breath, a triumphant smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Looks like I called it. There she is, our mystery culprit, clothes and all sprawled out on the table like a discarded trophy.". He pointed at Melissa with a jabbing motion of his finger.

"Seriously? In school?!" Teresa's voice exploded, laced with a mixture of disbelief and raw anger. "What were you thinking? This is unbelievable!"

"Wow, that's...interesting." The boy's brow furrowed in curiosity. "There must be a reason you're here like this. Can you explain what's going on?"

"Enough with the laughing," Teresa said sharply, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Get her clothes back here now."

"Wait, what?" Melissa stammered, her mind reeling. Instinct taking over, she dashed towards the table.

Reacting swiftly, Bradd grasped Melissa's arm, guiding it firmly behind her back. His voice firm, he said, "Hold still."

Clothes clutched in her hands, Teresa scanned the open locker one last time before turning towards Melissa. Her determined stride carried her across the room, the rustle of fabric announcing her approach.

A wicked glint flickered in Teresa's eyes as she held up a pair of scissors, their sharp points glinting ominously in the light. "Look what I found," she purred, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Seems you won't be needing these clothes anymore, will you?"

"Wait a minute, those aren't my clothes. They belong to my friend. Please be careful with them."

"A friend's clothes, huh? Convenient." Teresa's voice dripped with skepticism. "And here you are, stripped down. This whole situation seems a little fishy, don't you think?"

The glint in Teresa's eyes sharpened as the scissors came alive in her grip. With a swift, ruthless movement, the bra fell victim to the sharp blades, then the shirt followed suit. The once crisp fabric lay in shredded ruin on the floor, a chilling testament to Teresa's resolve.

"This what you wanted, wasn't it? A little struggle? Don't worry, I'll make sure the fun lasts a while."

The world tilted on its axis, and Melissa's knees buckled. A strangled whimper escaped her lips as she fought to stay upright. Scarlet's trusting face flashed in her mind, the promise of keeping her clothes echoing in the hollowness of her chest. What excuse could she possibly fabricate now? Humiliation burned hotter than the tears welling in her eyes.

“Let’s go, Bradd, and good luck, bitch !”

Panic clawed at Melissa's throat. Her clothes were gone, and Scarlet's were shredded beyond repair. Staying put wasn't an option. Clothes. She needed clothes. A flicker of hope sparked - maybe the school kept spare uniforms? With a surge of urgency, she bolted out of the classroom and headed for the lower floors.

"Hey, are those the boy and girl part of your plan too?"

"That was entirely unexpected, but a fortunate turn of events! The unforeseen can make things even more captivating."

A short while after Melissa vanished into thin air, two girls materialized from the shadows, their hushed conversation barely audible. One, clutched a bundle of neatly folded clothes in her arms. The other stood exposed, stark naked.