by Ciara Jones
Oh god, the wrist tie. What had that been about? Even for a nude photoshoot that had been awkward.
Swear to god, those girls are gay for each other or something, thought Beth, staring forward at the thinning crowd of students.
Something caught her eye. Off to the side, near the theater building, two pale white bodies, streaking out from the bushes and crossing the street. Beth squinted. It was Molly and Crissy alright, unless there were two more naked girls running around the school that no one had told her about. Being farther back from the school, Beth could see them but the remaining students could not. They dashed across the street, carefully placing each foot on the rough asphalt, before hopping over the curve and catching each other in a laughing hug. Crissy placed a hand on Molly’s ass and nudged her forward towards someone’s yard. Smiling, the two girls streaked out of sight.
I fucking knew it, she thought, smiling a little.
“I really hope they’re not dead,” said Joon, crinkling.
“They’re fine,” said Beth. “Now please, shut up.”