They have to make you

You grab the blanket and pull up as hard as you can, momentarily winning the tug of war. Your nipples disappear under the soft fabric as Brianna lets go, allowing this one small victory. "Please get out of my room!"

"Aw." Brianna ruffles your hair. You'd like to bat her away, but both your hands are now occupied in keeping your blanket in place. Tina's eying it thoughtfully, and you're pretty sure she'll have it snatched away the second you let go of it. "Okay. We'll leave your room. But on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You have to leave as well."

"No!"

"It's morning, John. You can't stay in bed all day. You have to go to class."

"I'm staying here."

"Then so are we," Brianna says, as the Indian woman gets a few snaps of your nervous expression. "I guess it won't be totally boring. Look at that."

"Look at what?"

"Is it my imagination," chuckles Brianna, "or is there something going on under the covers?"

You follow her eyes down the bed, and gasp. It's a warm spring day, and your blanket is thin enough that the outline of your body can clearly be seen through it. Which means that the outline of something else can clearly be seen though it.

"Oh my god! John has a boner!"

"He totally does!"

"What a perv!"

Susie's giggling, the volleyball girls are laughing, and the Indian girl is snapping away on her camera as every eye in the room turns towards your crotch. There's a very obvious tent under the covers. Tina is pulling the fabric tight, making it impossible to miss.

"Aw," says Brianna, as more girls crowd into the doorway, eager to get a peek at the very visible evidence of your unwilling arousal. "Somebody's enjoying the attention. Maybe we'll just hang out here all day and talk about it."