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Chapter 9 by wicker wicker

How does Addison's day go?

Horribly

Addison grabbed her backpack and headed to class. Her slacks were so tight, the waistband dug into her stomach, and they were too short, and she felt like a nerd. She put her earbuds in and listened to her dance music mix to take her mind off of her problems. As she walked by the Zeta house, she flipped it off even though there was no one to be seen outside. She walked on to campus.

Addison's first class was on the second floor, as she walked up the stairs, the seam that ran down the middle of the seat of her slacks started to rip, but she did not hear the strings snapping as her music was too loud. She also did not see that Beverly had gotten behind her and was recording everything. By the time Addison reached the second floor, her seam had split wide enough to show her bare butt crack.

Addison and Beverly had the same class and sat next to each other. They walked into class, and Beverly put up her phone. "Oh hey, didn't see you," said Addison as she sat down, causing her seam to split more. She took her earbuds out and turned off her music. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and sighed, which caused a button to pop off, but she did not notice.

Beverly looked over and smiled, "So ready for your speech today?"

"Oh fuck, I forgot about that!" said Addison.

"You don't have it?" asked Beverly.

"Yes, but I didn't study it. I was distracted last night by the theft of my clothes!"

"Good morning, class," said Professor Gill, a tall wiry gray haired lady.

Addison took her speech out of her backpack and started quickly going over it.

Beverly smiled and put her phone in her purse in such a way as she could record what was going on in front of class without anyone noticing.

How does class go?

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