She gets clothes, but gets boycotted right out of them

A few days after ordering a week's wardrobe from Amazon, Mackenzie was relieved to get a box the night before her first final. Inside were bras, panties, tops, and bottoms; she didn't bother with socks in the summer, but used classy sandals instead. Glad to finally have something to wear, Mackenzie rubbed her face on all of the fresh clothing she'd have for the week. Placing them firmly in the wardrobe and locking it, the redhead went to sleep in her birthday suit, looking forward to going to the dining hall for the first time in months.

During her hermitage, Mackenzie relied on ordering out and buying snacks in bulk since she couldn't go to the dining hall and Willow couldn't bring anything to her. But now, finally dressed in a beige T-shirt, dark gray shorts, and a black set of underwear, the redhead was decent enough to go to the hall for lunch just before her economics final.

Mackenzie noticed the stares of everyone in the hall as she grabbed her plate and piled on garlic kale salmon with white rice. Seeing a few people she knew from her house at a table - and not noticing that they still had red string bracelets on the off chance of a second coming - she walked over to them only to see that they stared at her with disgusted faces.

"Hey guys, what's up?" she asked.

"Hey Mack," the group flatly replied.

"Where've you been?" one of two girls in the group asked.

"And more importantly," the other girl chimed in, "why the fuck are you wearing clothes?!"

"Uh, guys..." the redhead stuttered her response as he grabbed a seat and sat down, "everyone wears clothes. I've just had a few accidents with them, that's all..."

"No Mack," one of the three guys responded coolly, "you don't wear clothes."

"Yes I do!" Mackenzie protested as the group's demeanor soured even more. "There is no shy streaker..."

She quickly realized that that was the wrong thing to say as another guy started to rise with his plate, with the clear intention of dumping its contents all over Mackenzie's outfit.

"Wait! Wait!" she panicked. "I just need to take my finals, and I don't want to get in trouble with Feldman, that's all..."

That seemed to lighten the mood as the man sat back down and everyone's expression became mellower.

"Well, he can't get you here - the Aramark union made sure of that after he tried to inspect everyone personally for lice. What's your finals?" one of the girls reassured her.

"Today I have economics with Dr. Lutzman in Smith Hall, in half an hour," the redhead responded meekly.

"No shit, me too!" the other girl brightened up. "Here, how about you give your clothes to me, and then when we get to Smith I'll give them back."

"Ummm..." Mackenzie tried to protest but couldn't think of anything to say.

"Well?" one of the guys said with just a tint of malice, "we're waiting..."

Sighing, Mackenzie stood up while everyone at the surrounding tables turned, the redhead seeing all too peripherally the phones whipped out and pointed at her. She slipped off her shirt and tossed it to the girl, before unbuttoning her shorts. At the last minute she realized her phone, wallet, and keys were in them, so she wisely put them on the table before swiping the shorts and panties down in one fell swoop and putting them in the girl's expecting reach. She unclasped her bra and stepped out of her sandals, taking all three and quickly handing them over while sitting down at the table for an uncomfortable meal.

The conversation with the group soon turned to more trivial matters as Mackenzie tried to eat her salmon as fast as she could without downright shoveling it.

"So, how are your grades?" one of the guys asked.

"They're good ... could be better ... could be worse ..." the redhead shyly responded, mostly to her half-eaten plate.

"How do you think you're going to do on the Econ final?" the girl asked.

"Alright, I guess," continued the plate-mumbling, "Micro's easy, macro not so much."

"I've heard you're doing this as a social movement..." another asked "what exactly are you protesting?"

"A social movement?!" the redhead perked her head up before scoffing and then chuckling. "I wish!"

After about ten minutes, Mackenzie's plate was clear as was the girl's.

"C'mon," the girl grabbed Mackenzie's hand, "let's get to Smith sooner rather than later - I hate being late!" as she pulled the redhead up with one hand and held her clothes with the other. Mackenzie tried to say something but any modicum of protest died in her throat as the girl was too insistent on dragging her out of the hall and onto campus. The redhead could only thank her lucky stars that she managed to get her stuff from the table before they left.