Try and get away

Crossing your arms over your torso, you try and slip past Davis. However, he must have seen something was fishy, as her grabbed your upper arm and pulls you back. Doing so moves your arms off of your chest, exposing your self-applied tattoo to the world.

"Little diaper whore..." Davis reads. "Haha! Where'd you get that? A bet? A dare? Didja get drunk or something?" He shakes his head and goes to his locker, which is right next to your locker. The locker with a diaper in it. That you left open!