Middle of class, you realised it was 'that' time of the month. You excused yourself into the women's restroom, hoping no one had noticed the small leak on your skirt.

You locked yourself in a stall, pulled out a phone. Desperate, you texted your best friend, Jay.

'Hey Jay?, I'm in the ladies' room in school and I'm troubled. Do you think you could excuse yourself and grab me some spare underwear and pads or tampons from the store?' You texted.

'aight, on my way.' He replied back.