You'll Help Out

Deciding to do what you believed was the right thing, you followed after Mónica, though since you hadn't fully recovered from your heart deciding to briefly give up on you, you ended up stumbling toward her in your pursuit, having to hold your left arm out as to prevent yourself from crashing into the lockers. As you got closer to the ditz, you ended up straightening yourself out, managing to walk properly as you power walked beside the oblivious girl, who had made a rather considerable distance down the hall while you had been down on the ground.

Throughout your one-sided chase, you kept your eyes to the ceiling, wanting to both respect Mónica's privacy and prevent another heart attack. Of course, with someone now walking at her side, Mónica noticed your presence, first looking in your direction with curiosity before shifting to an intimate. "Hey there, cutie! Here to..." Mónica blinked in confusion before taking in her surroundings, most likely her having forgotten where she was. Once the single brain cell in her head put together where she located Mónica finished off the rest of her sentence, "Walk me to class, hot stuff!" She flirted with a wink.

Your face grew redder than before upon having a naked girl flirt with you, your eyes straining themselves as they fought your desire to look at her. "Um, yeah—no, no! Well, normally I would since you're not even going in the right direction, but... You've got bigger problems than that at the moment." You awkwardly clarified, wanting to get past flirting as fast as possible in order to get this over with.

"Big you say?" Her smile grew warmer as her lecherous gaze looked you up and down. You gritted your teeth in frustration; could this runt not be a pervert for just a second? Your eyes, having grown tired of looking up, finally fell down, meeting Mónica's eyes. Well, not before quickly scanning further downward to take in the attractive visage of the shorter girl's cute body before snapping up to look her head on.

"R-Right, let's cut to the shit." You pointed at the ditzy girl, causing her to suddenly stop walking, with you mimicking her action in order to properly converse with her. "You're in some big trouble right now." You stated, trying your best to stress the severity of the situation to her. But all you got was a couple of confused blinks. Not sure if you had her full attention or not, you decided to continue on with your point. But when you opened your mouth up to speak, Mónica interrupted you.

"Were we talking about something?" She asked, cocking her head to the side slightly. You stared at the ditz for a few seconds, your face having lost its red hue, having returned to its original colour as your entire face became unemotive. You stared blankly at Mónica for a bit, in complete disbelief at the situation you were finding yourself in right now. With an almost comedic timing, the sound of the first period bell sounded off, the ringing signaling the fact that class had started and you'd be getting detention for being late once more. You'd laugh if weren't at your expense. It seemed that helping out Mónica was a far more arduous task than you signed up for.

No more pissing around, you were trying to ease her into this, but lets just rip the band-aid off. "Yeah, we were. It's about how you should look down." You answered with a grimace. You thought given how empty that head of hers is that she'd just follow the directions of whatever she was first told, but what you said seemed to puzzle her further which she indicated by cocking her head even further to the side. Maybe she hadn't heard you clearly? You raised your balled up right hand up and coughed into it in order to clear throat before beginning to restated what you said. "It was about how you should-"

"OOOH!" Mónica exclaimed, interrupting you once more. "This is a game, isn't it?" She inquired with a proud smile, as if she were happy that she had solved some hard question.

Your brows furrowed in bafflement, this girl was something else. "What? No, that's not even close-" You attempted to properly explain the situation to her, but once again she decided that her voice was more important than your own.

"Alright, if I win, then I get to kiss you!" She announced with a beaming smile, setting the terms for this non-existent game that the two of you were now apparently playing. "You'll never get to look down!" the ditz declared, determined to win her first kiss.

You stood there, utterly stupefied, your lips having twisted into a frown. "Mónica, just look down; you're naked." You stated. Honestly, even you had forgotten about her nudity for a moment, her level of stupidity distracting you from her exposed body. You supposed you should be somewhat thankful for that, but this situation still stinks.

Mónica began to vigorously shake her head from side to side. "Nope! You won't be getting me that easily!" She teased with a bright smile on her face, stubbornly refusing to believe what you said.

Through clenched teeth, you let out a held-back scream as you through the upper half of your body backward in frustration, your arms held upward to the ceiling with your finger tensely curled. You're really letting yourself get detention for this! Quickly collecting yourself, you began to walk away from the ditz, much to her confusion. Once you felt that you had made enough distance between the two of you, you pivoted on your heel and swung your body one-eighty, back in Mónica's direction. Let's see if this'll do the trick.

Mónica's confusion vanished from her face, with it once more returning to her standard happy expression, only growing happier seeing you get closer to her. Good, her memory reset like you hoped. The ditz took two steps forward to get closer to you as you approached. "Hey there, hottie-" she began.

This time, you took the opportunity to interrupt her. "Naked!" You shouted, pointing at her face before dropping your hand down lower, causing her gaze to follow your finger. You have to work with that one active brain cell, not against it. Mónica's eye stared down at her bare body for several moments, her expression unchanging as the gears in her head tried their best to comprehend the situation. And eventually they did, causing the short girl to let out a squeal.

Throwing both her arms up to cover her nonexistent chest and raising one of her legs up to shield her crotch, Mónica's dark tan grew a red hue to it. "NOOOOOOOO! I'm naked in front of a cute body!" She wailed in embarrassment, still oddly deciding to verbalize her attraction toward you.

You stared at the Colombian girl theatrics with a deadpan expression. "Yup, it took you about forever to figure it out." You grumbled. Well, with this now over, what exactly should you do next? Originally, you thought the lost and found might help... But who on God's earth is losing whole ass articles of clothes at school? She should carry an extra change of clothes for the gym, though, right? You wouldn't know personally; she isn't in your class, and you have gym at the end of the day. So, you guess you have to sneak Mónica into the gym somehow. That sounds harder than your cock right no-... That sounds really hard to do.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when all of a sudden Mónica suddenly stopped wailing. Glancing over, she had dropped her limbs back down in place and was now staring at you with the tint of red on her face having lessened. "Unless..." The Ditz mused, cupping her index finger and thumb, her tongue poking out her mouth slightly with her left eye closed shut in what you could presume was the face she made when she was thinking—a very rare occasion. And then, without any warning, Mónica slammed her back against the lockers besides her, propping herself up against them with her arms raised up high, crossed over each other, displaying her beautiful body to you. With a lustful look in her eyes, Mónica looked you up and down once more. "Unless I'm naked with you for a reason." She cooed, tilting her head to the left.

"No." You stated, completely and utterly unamused at her actions. And with that, the wailing began once more, with the Colombian girl throwing her limbs back into place. Alright, with that now cleared... right? No more explaining, right? ... Good. With that cleared out, you'd have to figure out your game plan. Heading over to the gym might sound easy on paper, but you'd have to sneak a naked girl past several class rooms, any student or staff member who is also wandering the hall, and that pesky hall monitor. Won't be easy, and hell, you surprised that you haven't attracted much attention from all the noise the both of you were making. "Alright, Mónica, calm down. I'm going to help ouuuuuut..." Your brows dropped down into a scowl upon seeing Mónica return to base facial expression, all the red from it gone and the anguish replaced with that dopey smile.

"My face feels hot for some reason." She noted while patting the cheeks on her face before taking notice of you looking at her. "Huh, were we talking about something?" She asked, crossing her arms behind her back and leaning in toward you.

....SHE FUCKING FORGOT, AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

You violently grabbed the ditz by her short brown hair and **** her head downward, so that she could see her bare body in all its glory. Once more, those gears in the head turned, though luckily for you much faster than previously. The ditz's face lit up bright red as she let out a scream and threw her limbs up to shield her dignity again.

Let go of Mónica's hair so that your hands could grip your own. You dropped down into a standing fetal position, hiding your face in your knees as you stood on the balls tips of your toes. It's just your luck that you had to deal with this type of nonsense in your day. You couldn't have gotten something better; no, no, you had to deal with this. Killing yourself on national television would be more entertaining than this.