Sticking

Gwen made it to her locker, leaned against it with both hands, breathing hard.

"Okay." she thought, and read in a yellow text box out of the corner of her eye. "This is nothing, I have a virus, or a flu or something. And I had a growth spurt. Sure it's a bit late, but that happens, right?" She stood back from her locker.

The locker door opened with her, despite her hands being against the smooth metal, not the handle.

"What?" she thought, "Why am I sticking?"

She pulled at her hands, gently then harder. Her fingertips were fused against the locker, like they were glued.

"Hey, Gwen." Gwen turned to see a red-haired girl who had come up behind her.

"Oh, hi, MJ."

"What's up? You feeling okay?"

"Yeah, I think I'm..." she pulled at her hands, swinging the locker door back and forth, "I'm coming down with something."

"Got a problem with your locker?" MJ asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Look, I'm just not..." with a final tug, Gwen managed to detach one hand from the locker, "feeling myself."

"Well, you're feeling one of us." MJ said, and Gwen realised with a blush that the hand she had freed had immediately gotten stuck to MJ's blouse, over her breast.

"Oops, sorry." Gwen gasped, as more yellow text boxes appeared around her head, imploring her hands to "stop sticking!"

"Yeah, uh, could you let go?" MJ asked.

"Oh, right, uh..." more "stop sticking!" boxes, "I just need to... Maybe if I just pull really hard."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, sure." Gwen shrugged as much as she could with both hands immobilised. "Okay. One... Two... Three..."

SHRRRIIPP!!!

Gwen tugged hard, and her hand moved, with a piece of white cotton attached to it. MJ stood in front of her, stripped to her leopard-print bra.

"Sorry!" Gwen realised suddenly that her other hand was free, so she turned to leave, "Very sorry!"

She dashed down the corridor repeating in her head like a mantra, "stop sticking! Stop sticking!" and made it halfway before she realised her hand was only free because the locker door had detached and she was carrying it with her.

"Stacy!" Gwen turned to see her gym coach approaching, "What is going on?!"

"Nothing!" Gwen looked around, and dived through the first open door she saw, closing it behind her by leaning against it.

"He'll never find me in here." she said to herself.

"Stacy! What are you doing in my office?" the coach called through the door.