Tight shirt and Jeans

You pick a faded green shirt that hugs you tightly, and jeans that grip and hold your arse into a round shape. You pick an older set of work shoes. Worn ragged by treks through mud and rocks. You don't care much about clothes, so to you whatever works is fine, regardless of colour. Ready for school you pick up your keys and wallet next to your bed stand. When you're leaving your room you hesitate for a moment before going back into your room. In a drawer, under your underwear, you keep a pack of condoms. You tuck one into your wallet, then set out to the final days of school.

School is mostly empty this time of year. The teachers no longer care about your presence, more than half the school just stay home. You are mostly here to hang out with friends.