ScotlandxReader Blackmail Sucks pt. 2

My mind began to travel at warp speeds as I tried to make sense of the situation that I had gotten myself into. My thoughts whirled themselves into a dizzy mess. I was no longer capable of any rational thought. Gilbert hadn't really invited Allistor over, had he? He wouldn't be that cruel, would he? Not to his best friend… The next sounds that I heard from downstairs confirmed my worst fears.
"Allistor, come in! Mein awesomeness has to great you because [Name] just got up. What a lazy, unawesome girl!" Yes. He really was this cruel. I heard the rumble of Allistor's reply, but I was too far away to make out what he said. At the hint of his voice, a new emotion coursed through my veins; anticipation coated in fear and anger. If that potato-eating bastard thought that I was going to let him embarrass me, he had another thing coming! I'm [Full Name], and I'll be damned if I will let something as simple as skimpy clothes and my biggest crush's soccer jersey stop me! "[Name]! Hurry up, Allistor is here and the game starts in half an hour!"
At the sound of my so-called best friend's voice, some of my bravado vanished. Trying to keep the fear out of my voice, I called downstairs, "I'll be down before the match starts. I have to shower and get dressed! Help yourselves to food and whatnot!"
"Hurry up! I don't want to end up spilling anything down here," came the reply.
Throwing my clothes off, I took what may have been the fastest shower of my life. Once out of the shower, I proceeded to put on the underwear and shorts. Next was the jersey. I pulled it on over my head, ignoring what I knew was going to be a tight fit in the chest department. I glanced in the mirror once I had the jersey in place.
"Breasts, why do you hate me?" I wailed as I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I knew that Allistor's jersey was going to look a lot different on me than it did on him, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight I faced in the mirror. The neckline of the jersey was pulled lower by my large breasts, the fabric pulled tight, leaving very little to the imagination. But I didn't have time to worry about this problem. I had a little less that ten minutes to fix my hair and get my butt down to the living room. I hurriedly brushed my hair and took one more look in the mirror as I sprinted out of the bathroom….