There's no time to waste

Anna sighed as she turned away from the muddy patch. Her third class was gym. All she had to do was make it through second period and she could grab her sneakers from her gym locker. Besides, her bra was already on display. Being barefoot for an hour took a far-distant second place compared to that.

She sprinted towards the door again, cursing how her wet, bare feet found no better purchase on the cold, slippery grass than her flats had. As she ran, she could feel her breasts swinging uncomfortably beneath her shirt, reminding her to clamp her arm across her chest as her feet finally hit the cold concrete of the walkway, then the cool tiles of the hallway, as she slipped through the door. For some reason, the bounce of her breasts felt different from earlier, though she just chalked it up to her fall. She pushed the thought from her mind as the door shut behind her.

She **** herself to slow to a fast walk, her arms crossed protectively over her chest as she suddenly found herself in the midst of a press of students hurrying to their next classes. The noise of all the students talking and going through their lockers completely covered the faint slap of her bare soles against the tile, and also afforded her some protection from teachers who were monitoring the halls.

As she pushed her way through the mass of students, she was repeatedly jostled about, as other students bumped into her. Despite her best efforts, her arms were moved a bit every time another girl squeezed by. It wasn't enough to expose her missing button to the other girls. It was, however, enough to elicit a faint gasp from her as the cool, damp material of her shirt suddenly shifted across her right nipple, causing it to harden into a nub spearing her left palm. Thankfully, she was flushed from her run to school, which prevented her the further embarrassment of turning red, as her mind suddenly went back to how her breasts had been bouncing strangely.

Anna bit her lip as she found her locker, kneeling in front of it, and quickly spinning the lock. Opening her locker, she squeezed herself in front of it, using the door as a shield, and quickly slipped her hand through the hole in the front of her shirt, then swore softly as she realized her bra was hanging limp inside her shirt. She made like she was scratching an itch, quickly feeling around her back for the clasp of her bra, and released a dismayed groan as she felt the mangled hooks poking against her shirt.

She quickly contemplated her options. She could keep the bra. Even without a clasp, it would afford at least some protection against her nipples poking against her shirt. If she could find some tape, she might even be able to patch it back together. It would be rather uncomfortable, though, and the remnants of the clasp might tear her shirt. It would be easy enough to just leave it here, thus removing the risk of tearing her shirt, but then she'd have nothing on beneath her shirt! She'd have to be extra careful to keep something over her chest, keeping people from seeing both her missing button or her nipples pressing against her shirt. She felt a slight thrill run through her, a faint image of her blushing at someone seeing her like this fading as quickly as it appeared. She shook her head. This was embarrassing, not exciting!

She briefly contemplated throwing herself on the mercy of the headmistress, though she didn't relish the idea of dealing with her one bit. The headmistress was known for both her rigid adherence to the rules, and for her fiery temper. The students stayed away from her as much as they possibly could.

She could feel the clock ticking as she made her decision...