Wing it

Nate waltzed right through the door acting as if nothing was wrong. He decided that if he was going to have fun with this he might as well make it up as he went along. He picked up the handout for the table by the door and sat down at his desk and began to work on it. It took a while for some of the students to notice as most of them just kept their heads down and continued their work. Eventually they all looked up to notice his exposed state, including the teacher. At first they didn't know what to say. Should they tell him? A few started to laugh at the absurdity of it all, or because they just couldn't handle the situation. Eventually, after making eye contact with each other, the teacher decided to do her job, the one she didn't get paid enough for. She stood up and walked over to Nate's desk.

"Um, sweetie?" she whispered. Nate looked up at her, feigning his best look of confusion. "Did you forget something today?" Without saying a word he looked at his desk, then in his bag. This sparked some more laughter for his peers. "No..." now Mrs. McDowell was started to get embarrassed just for the conversation, "look down." She pointed. Nate looked down and gave the best acting performance of his life. He placed both hands on his crotch and stared straight down trying his best not to make eye contact with anyone, although he could feel their glares beating down on his body.

"Where are my clothes?" he said , nervously. He leaped out of his chair and ran to the corner of the room. This didn't stop the stares.

"Calm down." said Mrs. McDowell, not knowing exactly what to do. She probably should have called this in, or led him out of the room, or anything else. She only drew attention to him. However, all of the students in the room had already noticed and it was probably best that she acted fast before they took pictures of him. What was she going to do?

"I must have forgotten to get dressed this morning." Nate said. Watching all of them, watching him. "This is like something out of a bad dream." And with that his eyes lit up. He stood up, speaking more confidently. "That's it! I must be dreaming."

"Oh no." said Mrs. McDowell to herself. "He was in denial. He's having a mental breakdown."

"There's no way this could happen in real life. I've seen this before in a tv show. Any moment now I'm going to wake up and this will all have been the result of stress over a pop quiz or bullying or something." He had this big grin on his face, it was genuine. He was excited for how this would play out...