All right, fine.

"All right, fine," you say, not at all sure that it's fine. The prospect of seeing Rebecca with her clothes off would usually be a dream come true, but these aren't exactly ideal conditions. It's dark, chilly, and wet. Oh, and you have to strip in front of a squad of high school cheerleaders.

"Are you sure?" Rachel asks. You think it's incredibly sweet that she's looking out for you, and you make a note of that.

"Yeah, what's a little skin to help out a group of friends?" you say, summoning more courage than you really feel. Best to play it cool, you tell yourself. No need embarrassing yourself more than necessary.

You start by taking off your shoes and wet socks. You put your phone and the janitor's keys in your shoe while you unbuckle your belt. Don't want to forget those! you remind yourself, keeping an eye on the two most precious possessions you have right now.

You tug off your pants and are standing in your boxer-briefs and t-shirt. You've been trying to work out lately, and you've actually been really into gym class (which you share with both Mia and Jillian, actually), especially weight lifting. You never considered yourself particularly handsome or sexy, but you're surprised to find more than one pair of eyes looking at your exposed body with interest. Definitely not like middle school, you tell yourself. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

You take off your shirt, place it with your other clothes, and pick up your phone and the janitor's keys.

"Wait a second," chimes one of the girls from the back. This one is Amanda, from your government class. "You're going to let him take his phone?"