By the campus gymnasium

"Jordan, we ran all the way over here, and you still haven't told me who Angela is!" Noah whispered.

"SSH!" Jordan hissed. "She'll be coming out for a smoke break any second now."

As if on cue, a woman around Jordan's height came out into the alley with a lighter. She had red hair and freckles, modest B-cup breasts, gym pants, and a tank top. Jordan wasted no time in racing up to the woman and tackling her to the ground. Noah barely caught up in time to grab her arms and keep her from struggling against the naked Jordan.

"Hey there, Angela!" Jordan snarled. "Did you fucking miss me?"

Angela's pretended to be shocked at the sudden ****. "You bitch! What are you doing here?!"

"Don't bother. Whatever voice changer you used back there won't work this time," Jordan said.

The redhead's face contorted in rage. "You dumbass! I warned you I'd fuck you up if you came after me!"

"Yeah, well, you friends are a little indisposed. Noah, help me stand her up."

Obeying, Noah lifted Angela to her feet while keeping her arms at her side. "Seriously, who is this lady?!"

Jordan glared at Angela. "Oh, her? Just someone who nearly flunked my architecture class after she cheated."

"You mean after you ratted me out to the professor!" Angela shouted. "You almost got me kicked out!"

"Wait a minute, THAT'S what this was all about?! A fucking test?!" Noah cried. "You made us strip naked and have sex in front of the entire campus because of a test?! And what the hell did I do to you?!"

Angela turned back to look at Noah. "Oh, that wasn't anything personal towards you. Just the wrong place at the wrong time."

Her eyes drifted down at his nude body. "Not that I minded the show, there. I almost felt bad for making a guy like you screw someone like her."

"Eyes over here!" Jordan grabbed Angela's face and **** her to look away from Noah.

"OOH! Little jealous there, Jordan?" Angela taunted.

"Just shut up," Jordan snapped. "Give us the key to our clothes and our stuff."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Angela said with false sweetness.

In a flash, Jordan yanked her shorts down and off her legs, exposing her blue panties. Jordan felt through the pockets, ignoring Angela's threats, until she found the storage key. "Yes! Finally! We can get dressed!"

Angela suddenly broke out into laughter. "Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention. You stuff is all in those lockers, except for...well..."

"Oh, spit it out!" Noah snapped.

Angela grew an evil grin. "I might've had all your clothes sent to the landfill. Or a burning pile. Either way, they aren't there anymore!"

She looked at Jordan with a triumphant smile. "All that effort, and you still gotta walk around naked!"

Noah looked up at Jordan to see her grit her teeth in anger.