[FICTION] ★ Charlotte's School Trip

[BettyBoop]

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Chapter One

Well, hi. My names Charlotte.
I’m 15 and my life is pretty quiet and, boring as much as I’d like it not to be. Well at least it was, until quite recently. We had a school trip, to an adventure centre in Paris. I wasn’t exactly ecstatic about this, let’s just say that sports aren’t my forte, I suck at everything, I can’t make my way anywhere without tripping over my own feet. I didn’t want to admit it but I was only going because of, him. The most gorgeous boy I’d ever seen, Lucas, he was taller than me but not lanky, muscular and always smiling.
So anyway, we all scurried onto the surprisingly clean coach; I rushed to the back and slipped into a window seat at the very back. The coach was obviously too big for our small class and nobody wanted to go to the back because the windows were blacked out making it dark and slightly eerie. I didn’t mind, I hoped I’d be invisible here. I looked down at my hands, twiddling my thumbs, awaiting the movement of the coach and the quiet rumble of the engine, and then suddenly I saw someone’s feet appear next to my black pumps. I looked up and saw him, Lucas. He grinned and said,
‘Can I sit here?’
It took me a few seconds to get my thoughts together and stutter out a reply,
‘Sure’.
‘I’m Lucas, you don’t talk much do you Charlotte’ He said looking right into my eyes.
‘You know my name’ I muttered, more of a statement then a question.
‘Sure, I know a lot about you’ He winked at me then leaned back.
I stared at him puzzled and he whispered
‘Getdare’
I froze gripping my seat, my nails almost tearing the fabric as he leant back again closing his eyes.
I looked around, the majority of the class had grouped at the front and the closest to us were still pretty far away or engulfed in a book or loud music.
‘Don’t worry, I’m on there too, it took me a while to figure out it was you, but I’m glad it was. I’ve always thought you seemed nice, but you’ve never spoke to me so I figured you didn’t like me’ He stated.
‘You got that bit wrong’ I giggled.
‘Well, we’ve got hours on this coach, want to play? Some truth or dare?’
‘Like you wouldn’t believe’ I sounded almost inhuman with my grin stretching out my face.

[BettyBoop]

Chapter 2

It had been silent for a while when Lucas turned to me and whispered,
‘Truth or Dare?’
I chose ‘Truth’
‘Hm, what type of dares do you like, what turns you on?’
I’m pretty sure my entire head burned scarlet
‘Public risk, you know? Nudity.’ I said in almost a whisper ‘Truth or Dare’
‘Dare’ He exclaimed confidently.
His answer gave me confidence ‘Pull down your trousers, to your knees?’
I felt awkward, but I wanted him to accept.
He undid his zipper and pulled his trousers down exposing his grey boxer shorts. I could clearly see his boner making a significant tent shape.
I chose dare next and ended up having to remove my panties from under my skirt and roll it up, I then had to venture to the front of the bus and ask Mr Gretchen for some water. For any normal person this could go unnoticed but my skirt was already dangerously short and not to mention the fact I could hardly get anywhere without falling flat on my face.
I pulled myself up, wary of the air I could feel tickling in between my legs. I could see Lucas trying to peek; my skirt was just below my ass from the back and the same at the front. I hoped my usual invisibility would help me now. I moved and fell over Lucas’ lap, aware my ass was now on show to only him. I blushed but was in no rush to get up. He gently tapped my ass, and grinned at me, I got up again fixing my skirt and stumbling down the aisle. I reached Mr Gretchen without issue, but I was nervous, which caused my walking upright to be more laboured than usual. Mr Gretchen was in the teacher’s seat at the front, lower down than the rest of the coach. He heard me approach and looked up, obviously noticing, my shorter than average mini skirt. I asked for water, becoming more confident by the second and he scrambled for a water bottle which he passed my way with a curious look. I hurried back, smiling at Lucas when I made it back. I had to scoot over his lap to get to my seat; my naked lower half rubbing over his tented grey boxer shorts. A shiver ran through him transferring to me as it went.
I was wearing my skirt, my t-shirt and a red hooded sweatshirt. Lucas sat with his half-down trousers, stretching boxer shorts and a shirt with a long sleeved one beneath.
It has begun to get dark and I know we’d be on the coach for a long while now; I took a gulp of my water wondering what was to come.

[BettyBoop]

Chapter 3

By this point I had left my inhibitions behind me and the only part of my brain that seemed to be alive was the part which was, let’s say not too ladylike. I’d given up trying to act like I hadn’t noticed the growing tent in his now tightly fitted pants but I had. I reached over him for my bag and absentmindedly ran my hand across it. He gulped then looked over at me.
‘Truth or Dare’ I asked him, the anticipation screaming at me. He chose dare and the butterflies in my stomach went berserk.
‘Hm, I dare you to masturbate to orgasm, any noise you make will lose you one item of clothing, and you may proceed’ I said it jokingly at first but he shrugged and slipped his hands into his boxers. My eyes boggled and I nearly slipped off my seat. He began and by the look of his face it seemed he wasn’t new to this. One part of me was wondering what I’d got myself into yet I was thoroughly intrigued.
I heard movement and I hissed ‘Lucas!’
He attempted to yank his trousers up with his hand still down his pants and they caught on him plaited bracelet getting trapped. I jumped onto his lap just as Mr Gretchen walked up.
‘Oh! Hello sir!’ I stuttered, looking down hoping he would just leave.
‘Charlotte, Lucas’ He nodded then walked back, looking guilty as if he’d walked in on us, which I suppose he had.
I jumped off him, giggling at his face and his wrist trapped still in his pants, he wriggled his wrist free and returned his trousers to knee level.
He looked at me like he was afraid or embarrassed, it made me burst into laughter and he joined in soon.
‘Well, I think my dare was, mostly, fulfilled. Now, ‘Truth or Dare’ to you.’ Lucas said.
‘Dare, again’ I smiled.
‘Hm, remove your bra....’
He paused
‘Throw it out of the window, or just place it in your bag, though if you don’t throw it out the window you’ll have to remove everything but your hooded sweatshirt and have the zip a third of the way down.’
Of course I would have preferred to keep my t-shirt on but under the circumstances, I was wearing my favourite bra. I pulled my tee off then undid my bra, I stuffed them both into my duffel then left my zip down to around my bellybutton.
I felt Lucas’ eyes on my chest but I didn’t say anything, I was around a C cup, slightly above average I supposed. Lucas had seemed to notice and that made me smile slightly. I dared him to remove his shirts, he protested about Mr Gretchen but I reminded him he could just say he got warm; Mr Gretchen did not much care for uncomfortable situations and would most likely let it go. He did as I asked, he removed his shirts together and I couldn’t help my eyes wondering down his chest to wear his torso hair travelled downward to the unknown. He also kicked of his trousers as he pulled a blanket close to him.
‘Brave all of a sudden?’I wondered aloud.
‘Mr Gretchen just fell asleep’ He said with a smirk
‘Ah, I see... my next dare’ I asked
He shuffled in his seat to find his bag, he moved his arm around in there until he seemed to find what he was looking for, he pulled out a black marker.
Instantly I said ‘Not on my face’
‘No worries, your ass?’
I blushed but turned around in my seat to rest on my knees, my skirt was short enough to see my ass, but I still felt his hands lingering as he rolled it up further. Even though I felt it impossible, my face got redder, but I didn’t turn around to face him. It was dark enough outside I could see him reflected in the glass. I noticed his boner had returned and he pulled off the pen lid and brought the end to my butt. I felt it swirl across my butt though I couldn’t make it out by the feel alone, I tried to see but he wouldn’t let me.
I’ll tell you what it says if you promise to do your next dare?’
‘Fine’ I grumbled, while trying not to laugh. ‘Truth or dare?’
He chose truth and I questioned him ‘Do you know the length of your, Penis, and if so did you measure it yourself. Also how long is it?’ I sped through the sentence, trying to keep my face from betraying my embarrassment. Lucas on the other hand seemed perfectly calm.
‘It’s around 7 inches, yes I measured it, but honestly I think everyone has, not mine, but theirs, you know’ He said sounding confused. ‘Now your dare, remove either, your hooded sweatshirt completely or your skirt until we get to the next service stop’
I looked at him to see if he was serious, he was. I pulled myself up to lean on the chairs in front of me. The closest people to us were five rows away and in a deep sleep. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain across my butt where Lucas’ hand had just spanked me. I nearly flew across the chairs.
‘What the hell-‘
He cut me off.
‘Your butt does say ‘Spank Me’’
‘What – Oh you! Humph’ I mumbled.
I noticed his eyes had once again travelled to my butt; I was pretty sure I had a red mark and decided to torture him a little. I slowly leaned forward arching my back inwards and slowly exposing more of my bare ass. I heard him groan and I moved back to sit on my feet.
‘Skirt’ I decided.
I went back to leaning over the chairs, firstly because I didn’t want to see his face because I was embarrassed enough and secondly I enjoyed not knowing what was going on behind me. I stood and slowly unbutton the button on my hip then tugged at the zipper. When I let it go, my skirt simply slipped to my feet. I felt warm air brush my legs as Lucas exhaled. I raised my arms stretching making my hooded sweatshirt to rise up revealing more of my back and stomach. I sat back down, pulling my knees up to my chest. Lucas was silent for a minute and he looked like he had forgotten to breath. I giggled then said ‘Dare for you, I’m not asking this time, get the boxers off’ I winked at him trying to suppress laughter at his stunned expression.

[BettyBoop]

Chapter 4

He peeked down the aisle then hooked his thumbs into the top of his boxers, he lifted himself off the chair and slid them down slowly exposing himself, I gasped and he smiled at my expression. There was no denying his arousal now and I couldn’t deny mine.
‘Well the ratio here is hardly fair’ He said nodding at my hoodie.
I caught on pulling the zip down and slipping it off my shoulders. I realised all of a sudden that I was completely naked in a coach filled with everyone from my class; this thought would have scared me if I wasn’t feeling so... exhilarated. By now everyone else was deep in sleep, but that didn’t stop me from peeking over the chairs every second. I was soaked between my legs and I had no doubt that Lucas had noticed too.
‘Let’s make the a little more interesting, shall we?’ He whispered.
I was curious to where this was going, but not worried, excited was more the case. He slipped his hand into his bag pulling out a long red scarf. He leant over to me and tied it over my eyes.
‘Lucas, what are you-‘
He placed a finger over my mouth to silence me and continued to tie in around the back of my head, I noticed now that as he did this his body pressed onto mine and he took his time. I didn’t move away, my breathing accelerated. He moved away and in the darkness I now saw I felt heat running through me from where his body had once been on mine. I felt his hand on the small of my back pulling me to the standing position, he pushed me past him and I knew I was now in the aisle, standing at the back. I felt his hand again on my wrists as he bound them together. I had the sudden fear of vulnerability, I couldn’t see, all that were left free were my feet. He led me forward then I pushed me into another seat, further back from where we were before. I felt him bind my feet together and I began to get worried. He slipped the blindfold off and instantly I noticed I was sitting next to Ricky Banners, in a deep sleep, but I didn’t care about that, I was freaking out in silence. I had to hold back a scream as I looked at Lucas pleading with my eyes. He put a finger to his lips and the look on his face made me trust him. After I got over the terror I had realised that I was becoming more aroused by the second, I felt tingly between my legs and my wetness was beginning to cover the seat next to Ricky, my nipples were erect and the excitement overwhelmed me. Lucas slowly pulled the blindfold back over my eyes, subjecting me to darkness once more.
I sat and waited until I felt warm breath at my neck, I knew it was Lucas as it came from the aisle. I felt a cold, what I assumed to be a bottle at my throat. He began to pour the ice cold water I’d retrieved from Mr Gretchen down my body. It was cold, I tried to wriggle my arms from behind my back but it was hopeless. I stifled a gasp as I felt his hands run down my sides, over my stomach down to my legs. He untied my feet momentarily retied them either side of my chair. I was aware that Ricky was sitting right next to me and I had no way of escape, but the only way I could get Lucas’ attention was to talk, and that might just wake Ricky up. I kept silent as his hands travelled to my knees and up my inner thighs. One of his hands reached up to my nipple while the other teased me below. I gasped, sucking air into my lungs, trying to be silent. He froze as I heard Ricky groan, and felt his seat move as he wriggled. He suddenly thrust his finger inside of me and I squeaked, my back arched and I nearly fell forward. He carried on until I was seconds from orgasm then he stopped, I relaxed, slumping back in my chair. Lucas untied my feet but left my blind and my arms tied. He led me back to our seats and placed me in my chair. My breathing had still not ceased being way to fast and I felt my chest rise and fall, while the thrill drained from my body. He removed my blindfold and let out a muffled laugh. I rested my head on the back of my chair and sighed.
The coach began to slow and I saw the sign for services.
‘Kids, if you need the bathroom, or want to go into any shops you can do so now’ Mr Gretchen shouted from the front.
Everyone began standing, stretching out their limbs and exiting the coach. I jumped and pulled on my skirt and hooded sweat shirt and just managed to yank my panties on as Mr Gretchen began walking up the aisle. I stuffed my bra and t-shirt back into my duffel as Lucas pulled his t-shirt on and his jeans. We stood up and hurried off the coach before Mr Gretchen could notice Lucas shoving his boxers under his seat.

[BettyBoop]

Chapter 5 – Service Stop

Inside the services, there were loads of things to do. The rest of the class ran to McDonalds, the arcade some almost sprinted to the toilets and everyone else simply dispersed to do whatever. I looked around my eyes suddenly adjusting to the bright lights. Lucas snaked his arm around my waist and led me to the baby changing room.
‘You’re not going to put me in a nappy or something are you?’ I asked worried
‘No, don’t worry; it’s my dare anyway’ he laughed
I continued ‘Ah yes, well we’ll go to McDonalds. And throughout the meal, you’ll have to, um, wait first’
I pulled off my pink lace, partly see-through panties and handed them to him.
‘Put these on’ I said raising my eyebrow and smirking
‘He looked at me then the panties and then me again,
‘Seriously?’ He mumbled
‘Seriously’ I giggled.
He stood there looking at me like I was insane; I decided to go for it. I undid his button, zipper and yanked his jeans down before he could protest. He stumbled backwards and I laughed noticed he’d begun to get hard, again.
‘Go on, I’ll turned around if it helps’ I said ushering him on.
He stood still staring at me incredulously, so I pushed him onto the baby changing table and pushed my panties over his feet. He yanked them the rest of the way begrudgingly then dragged his jeans on.
‘Pull them down a bit?’ I asked slowly
‘Sure’ He muttered doing so, his boner becoming more pronounced even under his jeans. The pink lace could be noticed, but maybe only because I was looking for it. I slipped my fingertips into the front of the panties running my hands round to the back then started walking toward the door. He grasped my wrist and swivelled me around.
‘Wait’ He took of the thin white shirt he wore over his red tee and handed it to me. ‘Wear this instead of the hoodie? Don’t leave me like this, you need to draw some attention away from me’ He smiled.
‘But my bra is on the coach’ I hissed
‘That’ll make it all the more interesting’ He said repressing a grin.
I grabbed the shirt, unzipping my hooded sweatshirt and slipping the shirt on. It was baggy on me and that I hoped would stop people from noticing my erect nipples. I wrapped my hoodie around my waist and we went on our way to McDonalds. As we walked a group of boys younger than us walked past. One boy seemed to notice Lucas’ or let’s say my panties. He pointed to him and said
‘Are you a girl, mister?’
‘No kiddo, keep walking’ Lucas said blushing slightly
I couldn’t help myself and the laugh I’d been trying to hold back burst out, he just looked so cute, all flushed. He frowned but I saw his mouth threatening to smile so he ushered me forward to McDonalds. After collecting out food we found an upstairs table, where it was mostly empty due to it being quite late. We sat down and ate in silence.
The Lucas artfully and ‘accidentally’ squirted ketchup on the shirt I was wearing.
‘Why would you do that, it’s your shirt!’ I quizzed
‘Oh No! Let me get that for you’ He said overly dramatizing his voice.
He grabbed his water bottle and by the time I realised what he was going to do the cold water hit me.
‘Argh’ I tried to grab the water bottle but he jumped up out of my reach.
I slid off my chair and dashed my crinkled paper bag at his head. He laughed then sat back down.
‘This is no laughing matter!’ I fumed, looking down to see there was no hiding my breasts now they were on full show, and cold, the fabric was clinging to my body. I felt so exposed. He continued to laugh so I stormed off, then I decided I wouldn’t just leave. I went back to behind his seat and I yanked as hard as I could at the panties. He squealed, actually squealed, grabbed his crotch and toppled off his chair.
‘Ok, ok’ He croaked, his voice cracked as he gasped. ‘We’re even, but hey, I think it’s an improvement to the shirt’
Begrudgingly I laughed and helped him up,
‘You know, my face is up here’ I said to him as he stared at my boobs, like I wasn’t connected to them.
‘Oh, I, uh yeah’ He stuttered.
I reached for my hooded sweatshirt trying to untie it from my waist but he gripped it first, dashing down stairs. I cursed him under my breath. I folded my arms around my chest and descended the stairs hoping I wouldn’t fall.
I stopped halfway realising I was underwear-less in a transparent shirt with my nipples obviously erect, I tried to pass it off as the cold, though I knew it was arousal. The thought made me tingle between my legs yet again. My knees went weak when I thought how I would get back to the coach. I stumbled backwards and landing on the step behind me. I noticed that the entire upper floor was empty. I scooted to the top step and just sat for a while. Unnoticed my hand had slipped to my crotch, rubbing slowly I exhaled, thinking the words ‘Bad idea’ over and over in my head. I thought of Lucas, even though he had stolen my only means of cover I couldn’t deny his hotness, and I was still thrilled from seeing his naked body. I slipped one finger into my already wet self. I moaned and closed my eyes even though my brain screamed at me to stop, anyone could walk up at any time but I didn’t care. I arched my back against my finger slipping a second, my lips parted slightly and a groan escaped my lips as I was absorbed in bliss. I began to grind my hips against my hand when I heard footsteps. I jumped up noticing a wet patch on the step. I rushed back to my table attempting to act natural.
‘Hey, nice shirt’ I heard Lucas’ voice
‘You prat, I can’t believe you just left me here’ I almost screeched
‘Hmm, you looked pretty ecstatic to me’ He grinned
‘What’ I said, my head swimming and my eyes widening.
He didn’t see me did he?
Where could he have been?
‘I just saw you having some... fun, on the stairs. I felt bad so I thought I’d give you your sweatshirt. Though I got more than I bargained for’ He explained grinning some more.
How could I have not seen him, even though he seen me nude before I still turned red and I felt so embarrassed. He extended his hand toward me with my sweatshirt.
‘The shirt is mostly dry now’ I said
‘Mr Gretchen is calling people back to the coach, we should go, unless you need to continue with your fun’ he teased.
I scowled and walked past him to the stairs. We jumped on and got into our seats at the back again. While we waited for the coach to start up again Lucas perked up and said ‘Dare me?’
‘Ok, you have to remove your trousers and masturbate until Mr Gretchen comes to do a seat belt check, and you have to wait until he is halfway up the aisle’ I said quickly
He pondered this then he agreed. He pulled down his trousers and boxers this time to his ankles and began stroking. It would take a while for everyone to get on the coach so I decided to search my bag for my Quavers I’d been saving. Some kids had stayed on the coach to sleep so we only had to wait for around the 7 of use who’d got off. As Taylor Richards got on I figured Mr Gretchen would begin checking seat belts. I looked up at Lucas and whispered’ My Gretchen will be up here soon’ then I went back to searching for my crisps.
I saw Mr Gretchen approaching through the gap in the seats; I assumed Lucas had two after I’d awoken him from his reverie, and I still couldn’t find my crisps. Mr Gretchen was about 4 rows away, talking to Lindsay. My crisps dropped as I noticed Lucas’s trousers on the floor still, I looked up to see him with his eyes closed and his head back.
‘Lucas!’
He jumped then looked at Mr Gretchen who had finished whatever he was saying and was a mere few steps away. He grasped for his trousers but could only get one foot through. I reached for the blanket pulling it over his lap and mine as I swung my legs sideways over his to disguise his obvious boner.
‘Um, seat belts please’ He said, looking curiously at how close me and Lucas were at the back, alone.
‘Yes sir, no problem’ I smiled at him, willing him to turn and walk away.
He stood waiting for me to put on my seatbelt I guessed. Now, the task of pulling my legs off Lucas without removing the blanket or exposing his hardness seemed impossible. I gestured to him to hold the top of the blanket which he did as I slid my feet off, trying to make it bunch on my way so you wouldn’t notice the tent from Lucas’s crotch. I was trying so hard to keep my feet steady; I hadn’t noticed I was precariously perched on the edge of my seat. I suddenly fell pulling the blanket down exposing Lucas’s penis and crushing my crisps in the process, though that was the least of my worries. I’d never seen anyone move so fast. Obviously my eyes had been glued to Lucas while Mr Gretchen had been too worried about my falling to notice him. He yanked the blanket up so quickly it was nothing but a blur. I exhaled standing and steadying myself before sitting down and securing my seatbelt.
I smiled up at Mr Gretchen ‘I’m OK sir, no need to worry’ I said watching his bewildered expression.
‘Um, good, well you should both get some sleep, um, yes’ He mumbled already turning and walking away.
I turned to see Lucas grinning and I soon began to laugh clutching my sides.
‘Brilliant’ I muttered.

To Be Continued?

[BettyBoop]

The next chapter is quite short, but my mom is taking my laptop so I don't stay up late. Urgh.


Chapter 6
As Mr Gretchen returned to his seat and everyone began to pull out blankets and pillows, I relaxed. I looked absentmindedly out the window when I felt Lucas’s lips on my collar bone. He exhaled, his breath was warm but it made me shiver none the less.
‘You plan on returning my shirt?’ He said
‘Yes, um where’d I put my hoodie?’ I mumbled.
‘Here I got it’ He said
I reached for it and he pulled it back,
‘Oh not again geez’ I moaned.
‘I’ll take my shirt first’ He said grinning yet again
‘Fine’ I looked down the coach again, as more kids slipped back to their seats. I unbuttoned the shirt handed it to him.
‘Ok, your turn’ I said, waiting with my left arm outstretched and my right attempting to cover my breasts, and failing.
‘Oh you want this’ He said pointing to my sweatshirt
I sighed ‘Don’t do this, give it to me!’
‘Give it to you? The sweatshirt or are you hinting’ He winked, laughing at my exasperated look.
I lunged for it but he threw his arm backwards again. I noticed more people getting onto the coach, and all this jumping was bound to get me noticed as being half naked.
‘Give me’
I lunged
‘My’
I reached again
‘Sweatshirt!’
I launched myself right over him landing on the floor in front of the seats to our left on the other side of the aisle.
‘Ouch’ I squeaked.
I looked from him to my sweatshirt. I couldn’t just run across the aisle I’d be seen. I tried to reach again and failed. Though after he pulled his arm away again he flung my hoodie around 3 rows in front of where I was.
‘Arghhh, what on earth was that!’ I whisper shouted at him.
‘I have no idea what you’re talking about’ He grinned from ear to ear
I wanted to slap him, but first I needed to cover myself up, though I had to admit my body was enjoying this more than my mind as I noticed my erect nipples and slipperiness between my legs. I peeked around the chair to see if I would make it if I tried to run.
I determined a solid no on that idea. I looked frantically around then I thought ‘Under’. Under the seats it was sticky and gross but what choice did I have.
Just as a looked beneath the chairs again, stupid William spilled Pepsi down the coach, which trickled down to where my face was pressed to the floor.
I pulled my head off the ground before it hit me in the eye. I looked again and noticed my hoodie had been saved from the Pepsi by inches.
I grumbled random curses under my breath as I positioned myself right on the cold Pepsi. I pulled myself forward feeling crushed crisps and sticky unknown scraping against my skin. I got through to the row in front. I was closer now. I kept going. I slid directly over a melted chocolate bar that had stuck the floor which made its way right between my breasts, I heard it squelch and held my breath to keep from squealing. I heard Lucas laugh and I really wanted to kick him in his tenders. I kept dragging myself forward, seeing my sweatshirt and aiming for it. Suddenly I saw Mr Gretchen’s feet coming my way; I slid toward the edge trying to keep still and hidden. He paused, and I couldn’t tell if I’d been spotted or if he was just pausing.
I heard him speak ‘Lucas, where is Charlotte’
‘Charl, oh she’s in the coach loo, she’ll be out soon I’m sure.’ He said with no hesitation.
I wondered how he lied so easily, I would have stuttered myself into an aneurysm. Mr Gretchen started back to his seat, paused, and then carried on. It took me a while to realise I had stopped breathing. I inhaled, and then dragged myself forward a little more until I felt a tug at my hip. My skirt had not only been pulled down a little while I crawled exposing my ass and my front running over the floor but now it was caught on a screw holding the chair down. I scuttled back, trying to untangled myself, the thread had ended up twisted and tangled. I yanked at it freeing myself but at the same time causing half the length of the skirt to be a split. Could I be any unluckier right now? I kept going until I managed to grab the sleeve of my hoodie. I pulled it to me them slid myself backwards as quick as I could. When I got back to the end row my hair was a mess, and I was drenched in Pepsi and sticky substances. I tried to get them off by rubbing my torso on the seat to no avail. I threw my hoodie on zipping it up and feeling the rubbish on my body stick to the inside of it. I wriggled and then jumped up scooting to my seat. As I scrambled over Lucas my skirt ripped some more. I made a mental note to be care with that as Lucas still had my undies.
‘You. Are. A. Prick’ I separated each word, going for fury but he just laughed.
‘I’m so going to get you for that’ I muttered putting my seatbelt on as the coach began moving once more.