Part IV
Lacey was discharged the next morning. Luckily she had only sustained a broken neck and few fractured vertebrae. Just kidding, she only suffered some minor wrist sprains that meant her hands were bandaged up and pretty much immobilized.
“Honey, when did you stop wearing underwear?” her mother asked. Lacey didn’t have an answer craning her neck back to glance her way. Lacey didn’t respond, instead slumping into her seat wanting to get home and in her bed to ball up.
“Oh I have this for you,” her mom added, handing Lacey’s cell phone over. No matter what, Lacey couldn’t escape the reminders of her incident. She reached out and grabbed the phone, flipping it open to see she had 12 unread text messages. “Of course.”
Luckily nine of the messages were from Cory trying to propitiate the situation. Texts like “People are gonna forget about this in no time!!” and “Nobody got a good look, you shouldn’t worry. Hope you’re okay!!!”
Her last two texts were about a senior class bonfire that night. Lacey didn’t think she could show her face so soon after showing everything.
Unfortunately the other 3 texts weren’t as innocuous. Her senile grandmother had congratulated her on making the news. Her friend Joe sent a thanks, as he’d always wondered whether she shaved or not. And Tara, whose number she didn’t even remember having, sent a picture someone must have taken from the yard with the caption, “thanks for giving the school an anatomy lesson,” followed be a nauseating emoticon smile.
When they finally got home Cory’s car was parked outside. She got out at the site of Lacey, wearing an expression that said, “I am so sorry for you.” Lacey didn’t really want to talk right now, but maybe just maybe Cory would talk about something, anything else.
“So the entire city saw you naked, big deal. I had a terrible day too remember? Oh, are your hands okay?” Lacey simpered and lead Cory up to her room.
“This bonfire could be your chance to get Tara back. I know she’s going,” Cory began, lying on her stomach on Lacey's bed. Lacey noticed the upper parts of Cory's butt cheeks and had to wonder if she was now going sans undies. Did nobody learn a lesson today?
As much as Lacey wanted to bury herself forever, Cory was right. She’d have to see these people again and Tara was bound to wear a tiny bikini. She knew Tara craved that attention.
“Fine. I’ll go. But I’m not wearing a bathing suit. God only knows what could happen.”
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