Gabby asks me for a favor

My mind races all morning as I sit through class. He really likes me. It just makes me so mad that there’s nothing I can do about it. I just want to talk to him but I’ll never get away with it. If I can’t give him my number, I’ll never get to be his girlfriend.

Gym class is coming, and I know that I’m going to see him there. It gets me so excited, and I can’t keep the smile off my face as I head towards the gymnasium. I look around for him, but he’s not here yet, so I head into the locker room.

Gabby is there at her locker, which is close to mine, wearing nothing but her panties and bra.

“Hey Maddie!” She says to me excitedly when I stop at my locker and begin to take off my shoes.

“Hi Gabby!”

“So.” She says, unhooking her bra. “Like, how did it go with Justin?”

“I think he likes me.” I tell her.

“Like, duh!” She teases me, then pulls her bra off her ample, shapely tits. I can’t help but gawk for a second. It makes me jealous, being so flat compared to her. She doesn’t even seem to notice me staring at her tits in disbelief.

“You’ve totally got to like, give him your number!” She insists, putting on a crop top, which her nipples poke straight through. “Did he ask?”

“He asked me for my Snapchat the other day.” I tell her, pulling off my top.

“So you gave it to him?”

“I don’t have one.” I sigh, stepping out of my pants.

“You don’t have one?” She asks in shock.

“No.” I answer. “My dad won’t let me.”

“Girl, you’ve like, got to get with him!” She presses. “He’s like, soooo cute!”

“I know.” I stress. “But how am I supposed to do that if he can’t even text me?”

“We’ve got to find a way to like, get you online.”

“How?” I ask, pulling my shorts up my legs and over my hips.

“I have a couple of old cell phones that I upgraded from.” She tells me. “I could give you one.” She offers.

“Oh, wow, that’s so nice of you!” I’m giddy with glee. Finally, I see a way that I could talk to Justin.

“There is one thing that I need your help with though.”

“What is it?” I ask. “What can I do?”

I pull my gym shirt over my head.

“Could you like, write my English paper for me?”

“Sure.” I tell her. “You can give me the details at lunch. I mean, you’ve been so nice to me, and you’re helping me finally get a boyfriend even though I’m a dork.”

“You’re like, totally not a dork! You just have to like, get yourself out there.”

“Really?”

“Totally. You could like, totally be a bad bitch if you just got some cute clothes and like, did your hair and stuff.”

“And learned how to talk to boys.” I add.

“We can like, work on that.” She tells me. “You should get on Justin’s volleyball team today.”

“Oh, I will.” I promise her.