Rachel, sitting by herself

By now, most of the girls are dressed and are simply standing around talking, you assume, about Rebecca's well-deserved comeuppance. All but one.

Still in her wet uniform, keeping to herself slightly away from the other girls, sits Rachel. Making sure the camera is still pointed at the sexy stuff, you stare at this enigmatic cheerleader. What's she doing? you ask yourself.

She's hunched forward, elbows on her knees, in the classic "texting a friend" pose. Maybe she's texting a friend, you guess. Sure enough, she's holding a cell phone. That must be it.

You turn your attention back to the athletic lockers and entertain yourself by watching the girls one by one. Madison, now out of the shower, adjusts her lacy bra. Jillian is sliding a thong up her thighs. Mia and Lisa continue to giggle to one another; they're both wearing jeans now but haven't managed to get their shirts on. Amanda is lacing up her shoes, giving you another delightful view of her tits even if it is regular old downblouse creepshot.

Rebecca's locker, obviously, remains closed. You start to think about what comes next after the girls all make their ways home, leaving you (naked) and Rebecca (wearing your gym clothes) alone.

Then you notice that there's one more locker that's still shut. The one with the plain and sensible label: Rachel.

If her locker's shut, and she hasn't changed yet, you start to wonder. Then whose phone is she looking at?