Asher's day couldn't come to an end without hanging out with his friends at lunchtime in the cafeteria. The idiots were passing around Adrian's magical gadget — the one they used to secretly take pictures of girls' panties. They'd go sit across from a girl, click the button, and snap — mission complete.
Adrian's gallery was now full of panty pictures. Some were cute, decorated with cartoon dolls. Others were plain. And some were lacy, seductive ones that made their teenage hormones go wild. At present, the boys were seated at their usual table, scrolling through the gallery and gawking at the images.
"Yo, yo, yo—go back! That one right there!" Derrick practically yelled, leaning over Adrian's shoulder with wide eyes.
"That's the one, damn!" he added, mouth agape. "Who owns that masterpiece?"
