The whole harem helps

While you drive home from school, you begin texting back and forth with the other girls in your group chat.

Dana: At least you didn't get detention this time. Lucky bastard.

Monica: I don't even know why he got in trouble! We didn't do anything that bad this time!

Chris: Uh, Monica? Track-and-field races are usually done with your clothes on.

Alexandra: They also don't end by tackling a guy and having your way with him in the middle of the track.

Coach Sara: See? I told you ladies if you didn't keep your act together, something like this would happen!

Denise: Mrs. Cassidy, you stripped out of your clothes as soon as you saw the rest of us getting naked.

Coach Sara:...well, that's why I also told you to keep up your cardio.

Sam: Yeah, thanks for leaving me behind by the way! I'm just glad Ms. Pershing let me get dressed after that!

Alena: My deepest apologies, my love. We were mistaken in believing you were close in pursuit.

Sam: I heard you say, "Leave him! He's already dead!"

Madison: Hey, I panicked, alright! Sorry!

Sam: Guys, I really don't know what to do here. Ms. Pershing is going nuts trying to get us for having fun. If this keeps up, I'm worried she'll do something drastic; like get someone expelled or fire somebody!

Alice: Maybe she needs a little incentive to come around. Remember what it took for Crystal to finally see things our way?

Crystal: We swore we wouldn't talk about that again!

Amy: I got an idea! Everyone! Girl chat!

The notifications say that everyone but you has left the group chat. You roll your eyes and sit back in frustration. Some of the girls had the idea of making a text chat amongst themselves without you. At first, you didn't mind, since it meant they were all getting along (at least to an extent.) But then they started using it for surprises and planning erotic activities without you knowing.

Suddenly, your phone beeped as all the girls returned to the chat.

Chris: Okay, Sam? We've worked out a plan!

Sam: You have? Great! What is it?

Joyce: Come to this location tomorrow at the assigned time. All will be revealed on sight.

Joyce sends you a notification for an event and the time it starts.

Sam: Seriously? None of you are going to tell me what's going on?

Monica starts to type, but it quickly goes away. You wonder if someone is reading over her shoulder as she texts.

Tammy: Come on, Sam? Don't you trust us?

Sam: Some of you, but Dana, Madison, and Candy?

Candy: Just relax. By tomorrow, Sasha's gonna be off our backs and on hers!

Sam:...what?

Candy: Shit! I said too much!

The girls all leave the group chat once again. You pocket your phone and focus on driving, both excited for and dreading what the girls have planned for you.