100 Challenge - 74 humiliation

<b>Mic</b>: <i>hey hey bby ♡ what's up</i>

"Huh. Shows she read the text." She was normally right on top of these things. He placed the phone facedown on his desk and went back to grading papers. A few minutes later he tried again.

<b>Mic</b>: <i>we still on 4 later? I bought this sweet little number just for tonight</i>

Nothing. It did show she had seen the photo he sent, though.

<b>Mic</b>: <i>uhhh</i>

Now he started to panic.

<b>Mic</b>: <i>you ok?</i>

He must have waited five full minutes before coming to the conclusion that she was in danger or - possibly worse -- angry at him.

<b>Mic</b>: <i>I'm coming over</i>

Present Mic stuffed his phone in a pocket and pelted off down the school halls until he skidded to a stop by his girlfriend's door. Panting, he struggled to pull himself together before knocking.

Cheshire looked up, startled, at the flurry of knocks. "Hey, come in..?"

A very loud blond man crashed into her office at the invite. "Els, what's wrong? You didn't answer any of my texts!"

Elly frowned. "Mikey, I didn't get any texts from you lately."

He froze mid way to her side, his eyes widening. "Uh... no? No uh. No, photos, either?"

"What did you send?!"

He twitched. "Something that's gonna come back at me really hard."

"We still on for tonight?"

"Yeahhhh." He drew this out as he jumped guiltily when he heard adult laughter coming from the lounge. "Yep. I'm - I'm just gonna..." He backed out, pointing sheepishly behind him with a huge grin on his face.

Elly sighed. "Hope it wasn't a nude."

Mic rushed into the teacher's lounge only to be met with a sea of bright red and teary-eyed faces. Some were biting their hands or lips, and one - his best friend, by the way -- was openly chuckling.

"You idiot." 

"Shota!"

"Hey, I'm not the one who sent this." He held his phone out, and to his chagrin there he was in the brand new fluffy puppy pajamas he had gotten for "stay-at -home-movie night" at their place. It wouldn't have been so bad if he wasn't posing rolled over on his back with the sticker he'd added asking for "tummy rubs".

"Aw, shit." Mortified, he dropped into a chair and his his flaming face in his hands.