Part 2

Day Four: Thursday

Alisha woke up to the sound of her alarm. Once she had turned it off, she paused, and sat up in her bed. “How did I get here?” she thought to herself, her mind feeling hazy. The last thing she remembered was being at Tyler’s house with Samantha, Ryan, and Tyler, and they were taking shots of tequila. Alisha tried to focus to try to piece together what happened. “Shots ... shots ... and ... VICKY?!” Alisha remembered asking Vicky to help her, but after that, she couldn’t remember a thing, just the feeling of falling asleep, and then waking up a few minutes ago in her bed.

“Vicky, are you there?” asked Alisha.

“Always am,” said Vicky.

Alisha turned to get out of bed, and stood up. As soon as she did, she nearly fell over, and felt a pain in her head that she had never felt before. Falling to her knees, Alisha put her hands on her head, and let out a cry.

“What is happening to me?” Alisha asked herself.

“That, Lish, is called a hangover. That’s what happens when you do tons of shots of tequila without much experience drinking.”

Alisha crawled her way to the washroom door, and closed it behind her. She pulled herself up in front of the sink, and splashed some cold water into her face.

“Okay, Alisha. You can do this,” she told herself. “I can do this. I can do this. I need to do this.”

Alisha tried to stand up straight, but felt a wave of nausea come over her when she did. She soon after felt a sensation she was familiar with, but hadn’t felt in a while.

Alisha rushed over to the toilet, and leaned over it. Right on cue, she began to vomit. She spent a few minutes leaning over the toilet, eventually throwing up again.

She made her way back to the sink, and splashed more cold water in her face. She grabbed the cup she kept on the counter, and rinsed out her mouth with first water, and then with mouth wash after.

Alisha dried her face off, and went back into the bedroom. She grabbed her phone, and saw that it was already 7:00am.

“Crap! I need to hurry, or I’m going to miss the bus.”

With her head still pounding, Alisha began to dress herself. She put on one of her many t-shirts, and started to put on one of her pairs of jeans.

Alisha sighed, and slid off the jeans she had just put on. She walked over to her dresser and opened the third drawer. Sitting inside was all the clothes she had bought the day before with Samantha.

“You know my parents will kill me if they see me in any of these, right?”

“Fine. Put the shorts in your bag, and put on some leggings. You’ll get changed as soon as you get to school.”

Alisha did as Vicky said, and finished getting dressed. She took her bag and headed downstairs for breakfast.

When Alisha arrived at school, she made her way to the nearest washroom. She made her way into one of the stalls, removed her leggings, then pulled on the new pair of jean shorts.

Upon exiting the stall, she looked at herself in the mirror. The shorts were like nothing she had ever worn in public; they hung low on her hips and were incredibly short, considering the rest of the shorts just barely covered her ass. They also did a good job of displaying her legs.

Alisha was embarrassed to be wearing such short shorts at school, but she knew that fighting with Vicky would be a futile effort. She had no idea how she was going to explain this sudden change in wardrobe to her friends from church. She took a deep breath, and exited the washroom for her math class.

As she sat at her desk in class, Alisha’s head throbbed and ached. She was new to handling alcohol, and was now experiencing the consequences for the first time. The rest of her classmates filed into the room, including Evan, and soon class began.

Alisha tried her best to focus on the class, but it was difficult with the constant pounding in her head. It didn’t help that she also felt like she was being eyed up by Evan any time she caught a glimpse of him in her peripheral vision. The teacher eventually finished explaining the new subject for the day, and had the students work on assignments.

“Hey, Alisha,” whispered Evan.

“Hey,” she replied, not looking up from her work.

“You alright?”

“No, I have a headache.”

“A headache? More like a hangover.”

Surprised, Alisha looked over at Evan with a serious look in her eyes.

“I know a hangover when I see one,” continued Evan. “Did I miss something fun last night?”

“Not really. I was with some of my friends last night.”

“Anyone I know?” asked Evan.

“I don’t think so ... Tyler, Ryan, and Samantha.”

Evan smirked. “I think you’ll have to make some introductions happen.”

Alisha turned back to her assignment, and tried to get back to work.

“And Alisha, I gotta say, I love what you’re wearing. It’s nice seeing those legs outside of ... Vegas.”

Alisha’s eyes widened at Evan’s last remark, adding feelings of fear to the mix of embarrassment, discomfort, and throbbing head pain she was already experiencing.

“Not today, Evan.”

“The day is still young.”

Evan turned back to work on his assignment, but continued to glance at Alisha throughout class, admiring how she looked in her new outfit.

First break couldn’t come soon enough for Alisha. She had tried her best to keep it together in class, but found herself unable to work on more than the first page of what was assigned. She left the classroom, and went to one of the vending machines. She purchased a sports drink, hoping it would help her recover, and began walking to the usual spot under the staircase to see her friends.

As she walked down the crowded halls, she could feel the eyes of other students checking her out, eyeing up her exposed legs and new shorts that left little to the imagination. She made it to the top of the stairs, and made her way down to her friends.

“Alisha!” said a startled Jackie. “What are you wearing?!”

“Could you please not be so loud,” said Alisha, wincing from Jackie’s comment.

“Are you alright?” asked Toni. “You don’t look ok.”

“Yes, I’m fine,” said Alisha. “I just have a headache.

“Ok, so back to your shorts,” said a much quieter Jackie. “Where did you get those? And why are you wearing those?”

“I ... I thought it was time ... for a change,” stuttered Alisha.

“Your parents actually let you get those?” asked Toni.

“Yea...” lied Alisha. “They’re loosening up on me a bit. I mean, I am eighteen now.”

“Damn, Lish,” whispered Vicky. “You’re getting better at that.”

“Not now, Vicky. I have enough going on.”

“Just saying ... I’m proud of you!”

“I don’t think I could pull those off,” said Rachel. “But they do look good on you, I guess.”

“Yea, and every guy in the school probably likes them too,” added Jackie. “I could never be comfortable dressed like that.”

Alisha could feel her face blushing at all the attention her friends were giving her about her outfit, but she was hardly surprised by their reaction to it. The bell rang, and they all went their separate ways to their classrooms.

Evan was already at his seat when Alisha walked back in, and didn’t even bother trying to be discreet in eyeing her up as she walked back to her seat.

The sports drink felt like it was helping a little, and Alisha tried to get back to work on her math assignment. However, her hangover headache continued, and she found herself unable to get much work done.

As lunch break began, Alisha felt her headache begin to dull. She first went to her locker to get her gym clothes for after lunch, and then went to find her friends.

On her walk to the lunch room, she saw Tyler walking towards her. He playfully smiled at her, but she didn’t return the look, instead giving him an annoyed look. As they were about to pass each other, Tyler came up close to Alisha’s face, and whispered into her ear.

“I deleted the photo from the washroom yesterday.”

He pulled himself away from her, winked, and continued on his way. But as he began walking away, in front of about a dozen other students in the hall, Tyler took the opportunity to playfully smack her ass.

Alisha’s eyes widened, and she turned to confront Tyler, who was now walking away with a laugh.

Alisha turned back, and continued her walk to the lunch room.

“Why did he have to do that? Everyone saw that.” Alisha asked herself.

“I think he likes you,” said Vicky.

Alisha entered the main lunch area, and saw her friends at their usual table; Jackie, Rachel, and Toni were all there, and so was Evan. She walked towards their table, and sat down to join them.

“Hey, Alisha,” said Jackie. “Feeling any better?”

“A bit, yes,” said Alisha.

“Evan, did you get my text?” asked Toni.

“Yes, just got it!” said Evan. “Now I know where I’m going for your youth thing tonight.”

Alisha had forgotten that her friends had invited Evan to their youth group later that evening.

“I don’t know if I’ll go,” said Alisha. “I don’t know if my head will be better by then.”

“Aww come one,” said Evan. “It’s my first time going, you have to be there too!”

“You’re going,” added Vicky.

Alisha briefly paused, but replied “I guess so...”

The rest of lunch passed without much drama. The girls were all telling Evan about what to expect later that evening. Evan was much better behaved today than he was the day before, with only a few times stealing a glance at Alisha.

The bell to end lunch break came around, and they all got up to leave; Alisha and Toni both heading for P.E.

Alisha and Toni entered the school gymnasium, and entered the girl’s change room. There were twenty or so other girls already in the room in various states of undress, all getting changed for the P.E. class.

They each found a spot to change, and began to put on their gym clothes. As they were changing, another fellow classmate, Samantha, approached them.

“Alisha! You survived last night!” said Samantha.

“Yea, I did...” replied Alisha, trying to downplay Samantha’s excitement in front of Toni.

“Last night?” asked Toni”

“Yea ... we hung out a bit last night. It was fun,” said a nervous Alisha.

“Fun?!” said Samantha. “It wasn’t just fun, it was -”

“Not now, Sam!” said a now agitated Alisha, cutting Samantha off.

Samantha looked at Toni, and grinned playfully at her. “I suppose not.” Samantha walked away, and out the change room door.

“What was that about?” asked Toni.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” said Alisha.

“Is that why you’ve been off today?”

“I said I don’t want to talk about it, ok?!?!”

Toni didn’t reply, and finished getting changed, sensing she had hit a rather sensitive topic.

P.E. class started without issue or drama. They began with some warm-ups, and then split into groups of two to play badminton for the rest of the day.

Alisha and Toni partnered up together, and played together reasonably well, managing to beat most of the other pairs they played against. That all changed when they found themselves playing against Samantha and another girl, Melanie.

The match started out normal, but every time Samantha would serve, she would yell out things like “here comes Ryan” or “watch out for Tyler,” throwing Alisha off her game.

Alisha was struggling to contain her anger, and after one too many comments from Samantha, she threw her racket down hard, and stormed off to the change room.

As she sat down in the change room, she placed her head in her hands in frustration. Samantha entered the room shortly after to check in on her.

“I was just playing, Alisha. It’s not like I was spreading details about last night.”

“It was still too much!” said Alisha. “I don’t want my church friends to know about us drinking last night!”

“And probably not what followed, either,” said Samantha, smiling at Alisha.

“Definitely not!” said Alisha, thinking Samantha was only talking about the first two kisses that Samantha gave her.

“Well, I’ll keep your secret. But I think we need to do that more often.”

Samantha turned to rejoin the class. Alisha sat for a few more minutes, and soon followed.

“Alisha!” yelled Mr. Turner, the P.E. teacher, while holding a broken badminton racket. “Was this you?!”

“Yes ... I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“It better not! I expect that you’ll be bringing a replacement for the next class, this kind of behavior is not acceptable.”

“I will ... I’m sorry.”

Alisha grabbed a replacement racket, and rejoined Toni. For the rest of the class, Alisha stayed quiet and just tried to focus on playing.

P.E. soon ended, and the students returned to the change rooms to shower and head home. As they were undressing and waiting for the shower, Toni chose to confront Alisha.

“So ... are you going to explain what’s been going on with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do I mean? Your angry outburst out there, breaking the racket? You, suddenly wearing those ... slutty shorts? How you’ve been acting weird around Evan at lunch? Hanging out with Samantha? You know she’s a bad influence, right? I don’t know if everyone else has noticed you lately, but I sure have.”

Alisha was caught off guard by Toni’s remarks. She was about to reply to her, when Vicky intervened.

“I got this, Lish.”

“You know what,” began Vicky at Toni. “Not everything I do is your business, got it? I can be friends with who I want, I can wear whatever I want, and I can behave however I want whenever I want. If you don’t like it, go find someone else to be a fucking bitch to!”

The room fell silent as the rest of the class heard what they had seen as Alisha yelling at Toni.

Toni was shocked and speechless at the response she heard from Alisha’s mouth. She had never heard Alisha swear before, and never seen this sort of behavior from her in the many years they had been friends. Toni collected her things in haste, and walked to the other side of the change room.

Equally shocked was Alisha. Vicky’s choice of words would not ever have been said by Alisha, especially to a friend like Toni.

“WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?!”

“She had it coming,” said Vicky

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Almost on cue, Samantha walked over to Alisha.

“What was that all about?” asked Samantha.

“LET. ME. ANSWER!” said Alisha to Vicky.

Vicky ignored Alisha’s angry comment, and chose to reply for Alisha.

“Toni was being a bitch to me about spending time with you. She was saying how you’re a bad influence on me and how I need to stay away from you. She doesn’t like you at all.”

Samantha laughed. “I don’t think many of your church friends like me that much actually. Don’t worry, I’ll be here for you when so-called friends like her act out like that.”

Samantha walked away to take her turn in the showers.

Alisha couldn’t form any words to respond to Vicky. Vicky returned control to Alisha, and she sat silently in the change room waiting for her turn at the showers. Toni passed by her a few minutes later as she had finished her shower, but they said nothing to one another.

Alisha’s turn eventually came around, among the last in her class to have a turn. She entered the shower, and pulled the curtain shut behind her. She cried silently as the water washed over her, wishing she could go back to the way life was before encountering Vicky.

After what had probably been ten minutes, Alisha turned off the shower taps, and turned to grab her towel. Except there was one problem, her towel was gone.

Alisha’s heart felt like it had stopped. “Where did my towel go?” she thought to herself.

She paused for a moment, and listened to the room. Silence. Absolute silence.

“Hello?” Alisha called out from the shower stall.

Her question was met with just more silence. She poked her head out from one side of the curtains to look around the room; no one was there. Her situation went from bad to worse, as she scanned the room to where she had left her bag and change of clothes, and noticed they were gone too.

Alisha was now living what most in their lives have nightmares about at one point or another; she was now naked in her school, with no clothes or towels around to cover up with. She was truly scared and did not know what to do.

Alisha realized asking Vicky for help was a futile effort. If anything, Vicky found this situation Alisha found herself in absolutely thrilling, and wanted nothing more than for something embarrassing to happen from it.

Alisha needed to find some way out of this. “Think, Alisha, think.”

Alisha looked up at the curtain rod of the shower stall. She noticed it could pop off easily, and if she did so, she could slide off the shower curtain.

“See, you didn’t need me,” said Vicky.

Alisha ignored her, and pushed up on the curtain rod. It went up with ease, and Alisha was able to slide the curtain off the rod. She folded it and wrapped herself in it, and timidly began to walk out the change room door.

She looked out across the gym, and made sure that it was empty before venturing out. Across the gym was a door leading to the offices for the P.E. teachers, and there was usually a lost and found bin inside. Alisha made her way across the gym floor in the shower curtain, hoping the lost and found bin wasn’t empty.

Alisha arrived at the door to the offices and pushed on it. The door opened, and she walked inside. There were four doors down this small hallway, two on each side, and the lost and found bin at the end. Three of the rooms had no lights on, but the far one on the right did.

Alisha crept down the hallway towards the lost and found. She made her way to the bin, but first looked through the window into the lit office. Inside she could see Mr. Turner sitting at his desk on his phone, with his chair thankfully turned away from the window.

She brought her focus back to the lost and found bin, and looked inside. While Alisha was grateful to discover it wasn’t empty, it didn’t have much in it, just a few dirty grey t-shirts and a pair of red men’s basketball shorts.

Alisha was leaning into the bin to retrieve one of the shirts and the shorts, when she heard the door to Mr. Turner’s office begin to open.

“Alisha?” said a rather surprised Mr. Turner. “What are you...? Why are you...?”

Mr. Turner did not imagine his day would end by running into one of his students outside of his office door, wearing nothing but a shower curtain and still wet from her recent shower. The situation left Mr. Turner feeling flustered, having never experienced such a situation in his career.

“Uhh ... hi?” said Alisha, frozen in fear.

“What are you doing here like ... this?” said Mr. Turner, unable to take his eyes off of her.

“Someone took my stuff when I was in the shower. This was all I could find to cover myself.”

“I see ... Here, let me help you.”

Mr. Turner walked up to the bin, and leaned in to fish out some clothes for Alisha. He picked up the shorts and one of the shirts, and stood up to hand them to her.

“Here, put these on for now.”

Alisha reached out with one hand while using the other to hold up her shower curtain. “Thanks, Mr. Turner.”

“Hug him,” said Vicky.

“You can’t be serious!”

“I am. Hug him. Thank him for being the best P.E. teacher you’ve ever had.”

Alisha was hesitant at first, but followed Vicky’s instruction and hugged Mr. Turner, catching him completely by surprise.

“Thank’s Mr. Turner. You’re definitely the best P.E. teacher ever.”

“Good. Now hug him tighter,” said Vicky.

Alisha did as Vicky told her, and tightened her hug. Initially when Alisha hugged him, he didn’t reciprocate it. But as Alisha tightened her grip around him, his arms came around Alisha, hugging her back.

“That’s ... probably enough, Alisha. You should go get those on, and after we can try to find out what happened to your things. I’ll start checking the cameras right now.”

Mr. Turner turned and walked back into his office. Alisha was still standing beside the bin, dirty clothes in one hand, and still naked and wet under the shower curtain.

“Follow him in,” said Vicky.

Alisha felt an all too familiar sinking feeling begin to consume her as Vicky pushed her back into her mind. But instead of being stuck to watch, her vision began to fade; Vicky was putting her to sleep.

Once Alisha was out of the way, Vicky threw the clothes back into the bin, and walk forward towards Mr. Turner’s barely open office door. As she entered the office, Mr. Turner turned around to face her.

“Alisha, what are you doing?” he asked.

Vicky didn’t give him a response, and just closed the door behind her, and pushed in the lock. She reached for the blinds that were on the window to his office door, and hastily closed them. She then turned to face Mr. Turner.

“Alisha, whatever this is, this isn’t ok,” he continued.

“Nonsense,” said Vicky. “I told you you’re the best P.E. teacher ever. And now, I’m going to make sure you get what good teachers deserve.”

“Alisha, please, just -”

Mr. Turner’s words cut short as Vicky dropped her hold on the shower curtain, and it fell to the floor. Standing in front of Mr. Turner was a completely naked and wet Alisha.

“Shhh,” said Vicky, holding one finger over her mouth. “Just relax, I got this.”

Vicky slowly walked towards Mr. Turner, still sitting in his office chair. Mr. Turner just sat and watched as she slowly made her way to him, stopping right in front of him. Vicky leaned down, Alisha’s face inches from his.

“Do you see something you like, Mr. Turner?”

Mr. Turner could only nod, unsure how to look at Alisha as she stood before him naked. Vicky leaned in, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gave him a light kiss on his lips.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but to Mr. Turner, it seemed like time had stood still. He had never come close to finding himself in such a compromising situation as he was presently in, the shock of which left him feeling frozen in place.

As Vicky broke off the kiss, she looked back into his eyes as she smiled at him. Mr. Turner looked her up and down for a moment, but turned away.

“Alisha, please, stop! We’ve already gone way too far.”

Mr. Turner pushed Alisha off of him, and stood up.

“This is wrong, Alisha. Let’s forget about everything that just happened here, and we’ll also forget about the racket you broke earlier today. Go get those clothes on, and I’ll help you find out who took your things.”

Vicky was not happy her advances had been rejected. She walked Alisha back to the bin, and reached in for the clothes.

“Looks like you win today, Alisha,” Vicky thought to herself as she put on the t-shirt and shorts.

Once dressed, Vicky re-entered Mr. Turner’s office. She saw that he was on his computer, with what looked like several security camera feeds; the ones he was looking at were from cameras placed around the gymnasium.

“Come here, Alisha.”

Vicky walked up beside Mr. Turner. She placed one hand on his shoulder, and leaned in, looking at the screen in front of her.

“This camera here shows the door to the girl’s change room. I have it cued up to just when we finished class. I’m going to press play, and you let me know if you see anything that resembles your things.”

They both watched silently as the camera feed played back. They watched patiently, as they saw girls from the class leave the room one by one. Around 15 minutes into the playback, Vicky saw something that caught her eye.

“There!” said Vicky. “That’s my bag!”

There in front of them was a classmate leaving the girl’s change room holding Alisha’s bag. But it wasn’t just any classmate.

“That’s Toni!” continued Vicky. “That bitch! That stuck-up, piece of -”

“I get the idea, Alisha,” said Mr. Turner, cutting her off. “I’ll let the principal know what happened and show him this video, and we can go from there.”

“Well at least we know who it was. But now I need to get home, I’ve missed my bus because of this!” said Vicky.

“I’ll get someone to bring you home. You wait here, and I’ll take care of that.”

Mr. Turner got up and left the room, leaving Vicky alone.

“Alright,” thought Vicky. “Time to wake you back up, Lish.”

Vicky sat Alisha down in Mr. Turner’s chair, and closed her eyes.

“Time to wake up, Lish,” she said aloud.

Right on cue, Alisha felt herself waking up, as if she had taken a nap. As she awoke, Vicky released her hold on Alisha.

“What happened?” Alisha asked.

“We found out who took your stuff,” said Vicky. “Toni.”

“Toni?!”

“Yea, Toni! Guess she didn’t like being put in her place, so she probably tried to get even with you.”

Alisha slumped in the chair, saddened by the news. Mr. Turner re entered the room, with another teacher, one Alisha wasn’t familiar with.

“Alisha,” he started. “Ms. Sutter will be giving you a ride home.”

“Hey, Alisha,” said Ms. Sutter. “Mr. Turner told me what happened to you, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s ... ok...” said Alisha.

Alisha stood up, and followed Ms. Sutter out to her car, and climbed into the passenger seat.

“Do you want to talk about it?” asked Ms. Sutter as she started the car.

“I don’t know...” Alisha said, staring out her window.

“Well, if you ever want to talk, I’m here for you,” said Ms. Sutter. “I know girls can be cruel to one another, and you didn’t deserve this sort of treatment.”

“I guess ... thank you,” said Alisha. “Maybe another time we can talk or something.”

“Sure, you name it.”

With the exception of the low music playing in the car, the rest of the ride went by silently.

Ms. Sutter pulled up to Alisha’s house, and got out to help her get out. They both approached the front door, and Ms. Sutter rang the doorbell; Alisha’s mother came to the door to answer it.

“Alisha!” said her mom, looking at Alisha, confused by what she was wearing. She looked over at Ms. Sutter, and asked “is everything ok?”

“Not exactly,” said Ms. Sutter. “Alisha, how about you go in and get changed, and I’ll fill your mom in on what happened.”