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Whoever says being a Freshman would be fun obviously doesn't know what he's talking about.
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Chapter #3

Later, at the basketball courts

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The very instant orientation was over, I walked out of the classroom with my hands in my pockets, wearing the blue jacket that I had stored in my backpack.. In hindsight, I should've been wearing the jacket from the beginning, though thankfully it was able to protect me from getting chills from the autumn wind.

After walking straight ahead for a little while, I saw the empty basketball courts breathing out a sigh of relief as I jogged over there, thankful that I hadn't been late, and stopped, standing underneath a basketball pole, where I awaited for the arrival of Clarita..

Only to feel a pair of hands blinding covering my eyes, making me jump a bit, feeling startled.

"Hey there squirt!"

I turned around almost immediately and looked up at the playful expression of the tall girl known as Clarita.

"Hiya!" I waved up to her, craning my neck upwards quite a bit so I could look at her face.

"Glad you could make it [Anon] !" She gently put her hands on my shoulders; "Now, you're probably wondering what the 411 is today.. Well.."

I raised an eyebrow, as I saw that she put on a more nervous expression.

"While you were in the class, I had to talk to a couple of teammates of mine and.. How does one say this.." She bit her bottom lip for a bit, then continued; "Apparently, there's this tradition where if the captain of the team bumps into a freshman.. I have to.. I.." She breathed in and out as she relaxed; "Um.. You might wanna turn around for this.."

I complied, not entirely sure what it was that she had to do.. That is, until I felt her slowly reach a single hand into my jeans and her fingers grip the waistband of my tighty whities.

"I'm really sorry about this.." She said to me with a sincere tone of voice; "You seem like a sweet kid.. But I basically have to wedgie you until next summer.."

"It's okay.." I said to her, knowing that she didn't really have a choice; "Just.. Please don't rip my underpants while you're pulling.."

"I'll try not to.." Clarita giggled a bit.

You have the following choice:

1. Clarita lifts me clear off the ground by my briefs.

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