Your pants grew legs and ran away

"I guess all we can do is wait until tomorrow and go from there. The janitors probably come back on the weekend to clean...hopefully." After a few seconds of silence, Alice finally gives you the bad news that you were hoping to avoid. Spending the night in school? At the library of all place? Five days a week in here was bad enough as it was!

The girl beside you holds the collar of her shirt tightly, trying to fan herself with it. Alice must really be affected by the heat in the room because she doesn't even consider that there's a male next to her. You can see quite a bit of her collarbone and if she stretched her shirt out any further, you'd like get a peek at her bra. You gulp audibly enough for the academic student to notice you.

"We should go back to our spots from before. If one of us gets heat stroke from wearing too many layers, then we're going to be in a far worse situation." She suggests flatly, although with the smallest hint of a blush on her face. It takes a second to realize the color was more than just just the heat on her cheeks; she turned to you for the first time without the adrenaline of the janitor's arrival and therefore getting another peek at your choice of underwear today. The smirk your classmate wears afterwards causes you to double the hue of her blush.

You jump onto your feet immediately. "Sure, see you." Chris would probably recruit you both to the softball team if she saw how quick the two of you dashed to your respective areas of the library in order to hide your bodies from each other as well as expose them more in hopes of helping with this deadly heat.

When you arrive at the computer lab, you immediately strip yourself of your hot shirt again and throw it onto the floor next to your...pants? Where did they go? You could've sworn you just tossed them to the side earlier, but glancing around the room of computers leaves you with no sight of the trousers that would become a necessity once a faculty member let you out of this place!

Panic begins to reside within you as you scour your side of the library, the image of walking into a crowded hallway wearing briefs clouding your mind with each second that passes by without finding your pants. Eventually your desperation mixes with the heat and you lose clarity as to where you were heading. You make a sudden left turn and are met with a sight that immediately snaps you back to reality.

From the edges of your vision, you can immediately see Alice's eyes look up at you. Although that's not exactly what you're focused on right now. Instead, it's on the scarcely clothed body of your female colleague, only covered in two thin pieces of cloth that you quickly deduce to be her underwear. Your heart pounds against your chest at the surprising image. You should probably look away but the lustful male gaze is far too strong for a teenager such as yourself to overcome.

Black. It's tough to see her panties with the girl in a fetal position and book in hand, but her black bra is in full view. Alice's bust doesn't compare to the size of let's say Rebecca's whatsoever, but the size of her breasts behind her bra actually fits quite well with her petite stature.. The pale skin of her long legs being exposed even more than earlier makes you gulp nervously. For some reason, you feel even more dehydrated than before.

"W-what are you doing?!" The shocked gasp contained the shock and embarrassment you'd expect, but it wasn't the shrill girlish scream most females her age would react with being seen like this. The reaction was actually fitting for the stoic girl's personality. Although that didn't stop her from chucking a book at you so hard that you nearly see stars.

"I'm s- ouch!" You groan, the novel that hit you on the noggin falling down to your open hands. This must have been what Alice was reading earlier...huh? On the front cover was a picture of a man and women kissing romantically, thick red hearts circling around them. 'Love Forsaken' was the title...is this a romantic novel? This certainly wasn't what you were expecting Alice of all people to be reading. The history textbook in her hands earlier was far more up her alley, but considering this book's smaller size, she must have been using the other one as cover to hide it from you.

"Hey! Give that back!" Your theory is confirmed at the embarrassed actions of your classmate. She must not want anyone to realize that the best student in the school has a secret thing for romance stories. It must even surpass the embarrassment of a guy seeing her in underwear, because all of a sudden, Alice is charging right at you like the defense rushing a quarterback!

Alice likely wanted to stop just in front of you and snatch the book back, but of course your bad luck today wouldn't allow such a simple turn of events. The girl instead trips as she runs from hard floor to carpet, and instead of taking the book, she tackles you to the ground in comedic fashion. You grunt in pain as forehead hits your chest and eventually your back bounces against the thankfully carpeted ground.

Silence passes. Neither you or Alice move a muscle. The position you found yourself in was one you'd normally find in a movie or that book your classmate was trying so hard to get back, not in real life. Yet here you were, laying down on your back with Alice's head resting against your chest and the rest of her body pressing against your lower half very intimately. Add the fact that you were both clad in only underwear, therefore skin was now touching skin for the most part, and now you had a real reason to blush. Everywhere.