Sit next to Chris

You take a seat next to your crush and she smiles. "I thought you were absent for a second there, I hate having to be in this class without anybody to talk to."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." You reply awkwardly.

"We should definitely hang out sometime!" The blonde thinks for a second. "Actually...the softball team has a scrimmage game today! Our practice was scheduled on Friday all week but the coach got sick and cancelled it. A few of us girls decided to play a scrimmage on the field anyways but not everyone can make it. Do you mind coming and evening out the teams?"

You don't even hesitate before answering, "Sure! I'd love to."

"Great." Chris seems genuinely happy. "Thanks, Sam. We should talk outside of school more often."

You agree as Ms. Beltoy begins her boring class lecture.

A long and boring school day later, you finally reach the softball park; it's well taken care of with a large fence surrounding the field and two dugouts on each side. There's a surprisingly large amount of space for people to sit on the bleachers but it's completely empty since there's no game scheduled today. A quick glance on the field shows a little over a dozen girls seemingly arguing with each other on the pitcher's mound.

You spot Chris at the front of the pack wearing a look of agitation until she notices you. "Oh, Sam! Come through the gate by the dugout!"

You take your time walking through the gate and onto the rocks in your tennis shoes, maybe you should have brought spikes before coming to play here. By the time you make it to the mound, you've counted 17 girls that all different shapes and sizes. 9 of them seem to be on one side arguing against the other 8 on the right side; Chris seems to be in the minority group as you walk up. to her.

"He's already here, Silver!" A squeak comes out of your mouth as the blonde grabs your hand and pulls you closer to her. "It doesn't even matter if he's a guy! He'll even out the teams so we can play the scrimmage!"

The girl, apparently named Silver, in the other group that Chris seems to be directly arguing with has platinum hair and brown eyes; It's hard not to notice her curvaceous features through her softball uniform. Her clothes also make you feel bad for wearing shorts instead of pants. "No, Chris! This is softball; if he wants to play then he can play baseball!"

"You're really going to make him go all the way home?" Chris grips your hand tighter as a way of releasing her pent up anger. "There has to be some way he can convince you!"

Silver thinks about it for a second before shrugging and confidently saying, "The only way he's playing with us is if he's naked."

...

Both sides are in complete silence and shock at what Silver just proposed. Did she just say what you think she said?

"Did you just say naked?" Chris asks as if she were reading your mind.

"Yup!" Silver puts her hands on her hips confidently. "Sam's obviously not taking his clothes off in front of the entire softball team so I'm just going to make it that the only way he's playing is if he plays without anything covering his naked body!"