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twentyninth.

I spit out some of the water in a coughing fit on the floor.

What the heck?! What was that??

I stand up carefully, nearly slipping on the water puddle. I look around the classroom, but it's empty. Was this a weird coincidence or...?

I touch the spot below my eyes and wince, then I look down to see my white shirt entirely wet and see through.

I curse under my breath, panicking and thinking what to do. I wait right outside the door of the art room in fear of someone locking me inside and I take out my phone.

I dial Kevin's number, and I hug myself since it's now freezing and my black bra is visible for the entire world to humiliate me.

"Hello hello," Kevin answers the phone immediately. "Where'd you go?"

"I-I, uh, I sort of... I kind of need help," I shiver and my teeth chatter.

"Omg where are you?!" Kevin shouts over the noise of the cafeteria.

"B-by the art room," I shiver.
"What happened?? What should I do? What do you need?" He asks.

"I don't know really what happened, but I'm soaking wet and my- I just could use some help. Please," I say, on the verge of a breakdown.

Kevin senses the urgency in my voice and says, "okay, I'm already on my way"

He hangs up the phone and a couple seconds later I hear footsteps down the hall.

I lean off the classroom door, only to see what I did not want to see. A teacher.

"You there." The teacher speed walks towards me.

He's of the male species so I consider running away but I'm too cold to run.

"That's against a dress code red flag," he takes a slip of paper of out his pocket and starts writing.

"W-what?!" I exclaim.

"Yep, your uniform shirt is not appropriate, and could be a distraction to others," he says.

And I hold back a scoff.

He continues writing the dress code report for me, and I wrap my arms awkwardly around myself.

Just then I hear  footsteps, faster, running this time, and I poke my head around the rude teacher to see what I did want to see.

Kevin Moon speeds to the teacher and says, "excuse me but can't you see that she clearly didn't to this for that intention?"

"Hmm?" The teacher says, uninterested.

"I mean look at her, she's soaking wet, she didn't come to school like this, clearly there's been a mishap. Does that really deserve a dress code??" Kevin adds, and I can sense his anger rising up.

"Well, if there was some 'mishap' this report is even more deserving. School hallways are no place for water balloon fights," the teacher rips off the warning report from the paper pad.