High Speed Collision! //Discontinued Until Further Notice//

Tight Clothing, Suitable Colours.

Chapter 4

Waiting...

Sitting alone on the stairs, a silent breeze slid past her making her shiver. Caddie looked at her watch.

'If this keeps up I'm gonna be late for my next class. If this overly social pain of a person just left, telling me to wait like she'd be back, just to spite me for the wall incident; I'm gonna....what can I do anyway, I give up.'

Caddie's self-loathing slowly turned into small pouts as she woefully shoved the container holding that disheveled clump of bread into her bag. Grabbing her water bottle, fully giving up on packing her bag in an orderly fashion, cramped it between a few books.

The small portion of her shirt that had gotten wet was now dry however you couldn't say the same for her skirt. There was an uncomfortable, moist, almost squishy, texture rubbing against her thighs. Imagine the feeling of drenched shoes and soggy socks, multiplied 2x sensitivity, rubbing against your thighs.

As Caddie was adjusting her skirt to try to avoid the uncomfortable squish between her legs, a sudden and faraway yet approaching yell broke her concentration. It was that overly social pain of a person, speed walking towards her.

Quickly approaching from behind was a very melo looking James however if you looked a little closer into her eyes, you could see a faint trace of annoyance lingering. 

Caddie's eyes also held a spark of annoyance as she assessed the situation. It wasn't a pure annoyance, no what sparked in Caddie eyes was hostility. As Cher looked into her eyes she couldn't help her emotions from clashing, causing her to trip slightly before scuttering back to normal.

""Caddie~ I might've gotten followed by a leach but could you start running so the leach doesn't get either of us! Ahhhahahaaaaaa~ Help!""

James the now proclaimed leach was gaining on her.

Caddie obviously didn't get what this crazed person was talking about, attempting to remove herself from this person entirely by looking away, in order to not get in trouble. This of course, did not work and as Cher got closer and closer it was painfully obvious that she was heading straight towards Caddie.

Caddie had been about to turn around and walk to her next class with a soggy skirt but before she knew it, her hand had be grasped and she was being led towards the exit. Caddie had every chance imaginable to escape this freak, yet she hadn't, and now hand in hand, the freak led her through the exit.

James of course had her own classes to get to, and she couldn't just run outside school boundaries to get a few students as she herself would get in trouble.

...

They'd been running for quite a while before they found a park bench they could rest at. Cher was still in escape mode and had already pulled out two clumps of spare casual clothes from her backpack. The reason for her leaving earlier was so that she could grab her backpack filled with anything but school supplies; in turn causing James to find her.

She passed one clump of clothing to Caddie, before reassuring her.

""Don't worry they're clean! If we're caught with our school uniforms on, we'll get in trouble. Plus, if you don't change out of that skirt you'll get a cold!""

Caddie didn't get the point of doing all this if they were just gonna get in trouble later however she couldn't argue and instead pulled out her notebook, scribbling down.

"Where are we supposed to change?"

Cher read the note, laughed a fake sounding laugh, then immediately pointed behind them to a public bathroom that Caddie hadn't seemed to notice.

A small 'oh' noise came out of Caddie's mouth before she got up and started walking to the area that had just been pointed out to her.

Cher was left on guard as she waited for Caddie to finish changing. There was a lot she wanted to ask her. Yet she could never get the timing right.

'Why were you crying that day? Why do you use that notebook instead of your words? Are you lonely? Why is it that when I look into your eyes you look so sad? I want to know more about her.'

Caddie sat down quite awkwardly. The clothes she had been given we're very...tight. Cher looked towards her and immediately laughed that fake sounding laugh again. Caddie had been given black skin tight leggings and a purple hoodie.

""Sorry, I only had clothes in my size. Don't worry! Even if it's tight those colours suit you really well!""

It was true those colours did match with her very well. Black always looked nice since it was the same colour as her hair. Her previously messy ponytail had been let down, revealing how long the hair truly was. Her eyelashes fluttered softly veiling her light blue irises.

Cher coughed.

""Ok..uh.... stand guard, I'll be back!""

And with that Cher walked to the bathroom to change.

Author's Comments:

Ignoring the lightly suggestive comments the writer had been delicately placing all through these past chapters, Cher coughed slightly avoiding any eye contact with Caddie, fearing she herself would be the writer's next target.

Cher - 'Please be content with the big titted purity!'