"Hey, no fair!" shouted Blaine pounding on the knob-less fire door,
"Let me back in!"
He and Malcolm had just been thrown out of that fire door naked. They
had both been on the way to the showers. Jock Blaine was hassling nerd
Malcolm, when Dwight Perry and his gang of thugs from the wrestling
team grabbed both of them and tossed them out the fire door. They were
now naked behind the Athletic Building concealed only by some scrubby
old bushes.
"Give it up, Blaine. You'll just attract attention by shouting. You
really want a campus cop or newspaper photographer catching us naked
in the bushes?" Malcolm said.
"Uh, we are not naked in the bushes. I am naked, and you are naked,
but we aren't together," Blaine said shoving Malcolm out of the
bushes.
"Right real mature," Malcolm said standing up and dusting the sand of
his butt, "Listen bright boy, you can stay here and pound on the door
until you're blue in the face or streak around campus or whatever.
I'm going to try to get something to cover up."
Malcolm looked left and right. No one was about. He bolted the 20 feet
between buildings to the stairs leading down into the neighboring
building's basement.
"Hey, wait up!" shouted Blaine bolting naked after Malcolm. He figured
Brainiac must have a good idea. In didn't know which building's
basement he was entering, but he remembered most of the college
basements were connected via steam tunnels, so this may be the best
way to get back to the locker room without being seen.
He stopped short when he bumped into a cart in the dark basement.
"Hey, Malcolm, where'd'ya go?" Blaine asked as he felt his way along a
table or workbench in the dark.