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No.
There was absolutely no way she was going to vomit out her humility by showing off her desirable assets to other individuals, be it a boy or a girl. If there was anything she learnt from her old school, St-Anne, it was modesty. In a world where everything and/or everyone is sexualized, Rebecca was determined not to fall into that trope. In spite of her appearance belying her motives, the brunette was self-effacing even though she often liked to sport bikinis and crop tops. However, considering she was at school and her crop top was literally showcasing everything under her breasts, her uniform was out of hand and she refused to parade with it. Even hooligans had standards.
Rebecca decided it best to retrieve her casual clothes from her plastic bag and withdraw subtly. There must still be a possibility to transfer back to her old school even though this one was aesthetically pleasing. She'd rather suck up with the malodorous stench and the uninteresting, dreadful elitist teachers back at St-Anne than this scanty clothing, even if it is nitpicking.
The girl gestured toward her bag, only to realize that she accidentally pushed it under the door of the stall! It was on the other end which meant that she'd have to step outside in order to recuperate it. Suddenly, a door slammed open. Rebecca cringed in recoil and held her breath.
"Ugh, Ms. Treadwell is so strict, and she gives so much homework! I mean, who does she think she is?" a bossy, arrogant tone emanated from a short distance. Probably a snobby rich girl. Rebecca had a few experiences with these type of people.
"Yeah, you're soooo right. I can't remember the last time I've had the time to relax." This time, the voice was soother and less high-pitched than the previous one. Rebecca reckoned it was a calmer, sophisticated book smart or a scholar. She wouldn't be surprised if it was a valedictorian. She held her tongue, however, as to not reveal her presence. "It's hard enough that we have to study for exams, let alone do chores at home. But, Ms. Treadwell is a kind woman. I find it hard to loathe her just because she hands out so many projects." Rebecca could discern a scoff. "It's true! She gave us chocolate last week. Plus, she's better than Mr. Calvin. I could deal without his lectures and his distasteful attitude. I mean, why does he come to school if it's just to torment poor students?"
A third Musketeer chimed in. "Yeah, but he's soooo hot! He could lecture me all day if it means I can stare at his chiseled jaw and chest! Oh boy, he can have me any day of the week! Plus, you know he's very skilled at what he does..."
"Yeah, I've heard that he got a girl to laugh so hard she couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the month!"
Rebecca's eyebrows furrowed. Why would a teacher make a student laugh that hysterically? Was there something going on that she didn't know about? She thought this was a private school where education was placed in top priority. This wasn't a circus. But then an incident transpired that almost made her choke.
"Hey, what's this bag doing here?" Rebecca crouched to get a better view and was aghast to see the three girls poking at her plastic bag. "This wasn't here a few minutes ago. Could someone have forgotten it here?"
"Go see what's in it," another suggested. "There might be loot in there."
"Those are just clothes. They look foreign, though. Whoever left this here must have poor taste in style, or left it purposely here to disgust whoever picks it up." Another round of laughter while Rebecca fumed internally. Those article of clothing were worth a considerable amount at Victoria's Secret. "This looks pretty recent and worn. Maybe someone changed in one of the stalls..."
'Oh no, they can't find out I'm here!' Rebecca expressed her worries in her head. 'Maybe if I make a run for it, I could dodge everyone in my way and get out of here. But it's very risky seeing as there's a lot of people. If I stay here and pray they don't check, then I'd be safe.'
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