A sock

After a couple of seconds of Jessica looking at her pile, Dylan just grabbed it and took all four garments away from her.

"Hey!" Jessica protested.

"Too late, you took too long," Dylan retorted, "my choice now.

And my choice is..." Dylan unrolled the pair of Jessica's socks and handed one to her "this sock."

"Wait, Dylan!" Jessica whined as he handed her a white ankle sock, "I need the shirt or shorts!"

"Well, which one?" Dylan asked.

"Ummm..." Jessica remained stumped as Dylan cut her off.

"See, I told you you were a slowpoke," as he turned to go back down the hall.

"Dylan, no!" Jessica tried to stop him before realizing it was futile. So, she clasped her sock to her pussy with one hand, cupped her boobs with the other, and ran down the hall to start her journey to the lost and found, for the moment forgetting her backpack in the room.