Confessions of A School Slut: A Story about Slut-Shaming ✓

Chapter Three

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Chapter Three

It was a normal school day. I was getting used to the new place and the people that came along with it. Everything had finally begun to seem boring. No exciting event or competition happened. No special assemblies. No surprise treats. Nothing of interest seemed to go on. Except the hour long speeches the chairman sir gave, but they were also nothing more than boring.

I had just come out of the bus and was walking to the class alone. Sanya was absent. The boy who had smiled at me on my first day in the bus came and waved at me. The two of us went way back to elementary school, where we were classmates and best friends. Things changed when I moved to the boarding school, though. We rarely ever met and whenever we did, it was awkward. I had moved to a convent school. I wasn't used to a guy's presence. I still wasn't used to, a little. In the end, we just drifted apart.

I had hoped once I joined Riviera High, we'd get back to the way we were. But when we were assigned different sections, the probability seemed far less.

"Hey Riddhika, why didn't you tell me about it?" he asked as soon as he caught up with me. I turned around to look at his dark complexion and mud coloured hair. 

I shrugged. "Tell you about what? How this school of yours is too much of a sexist?" I chuckled. Even though I meant it. The day before we had had a competition called, 'The Sandwich Making Competition' in which the girls had to collaborate together in teams of four to make sandwiches while the boys would go out to play. They had to be decorative and tasty. Teachers would come and judge and then the boys would eat all of those sandwiches away. Sexist, much? I knew there were more than one reason I didn't like it here.

"Riddhika. Seriously," he shrugged. His honey coloured eyes looked at me as if asking me to admit something that was pretty obvious. Something that I had no idea about.

"Seriously what?" I asked, lifting my head to the sky. It might rain today. Even though I was okay with talking to a boy, I still couldn't look at him. Too awkward.

"Why didn't you tell me that you like Sam?" he asked. I looked back at him with shock. I didn't like Sam, I didn't even know Sam. An astonished expression masked my face as I waited for him to continue. To explain to me exactly what he meant.

"Don't look at me like that, Riddhika," Piyush continued. "Had I known, I would have helped you get an easy way. Making a pass at him behind the buses was something I never expected of you."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Come again now?" I exclaimed. "I made a pass at who and where? Wait, what's making a pass?" How could he even suggest that? Hadn't I made my discomfort toward the rest of his tribe clear on day one itself? I had freaked out when one of them had even wanted to talk to me.

"Sam. Behind the buses," he answered. "Why are you acting like you don't remember any of this?"

Not like none of this happened but how I don't remember any.

"Because I can't, okay?" I said, raising my eyebrows. "None of this happened. I never met him behind the buses. I never made a pass, or whatever it is you say that I did, at him. And I certainly don't like him enough to do any of this, or be talking about this, for that matter."

"Riddhika. Seriously," he repeated, giving me the same look. Did he think that if he'd look at me like that then I'd admit to something I hadn't done?

"No Piyush, you seriously," I replied. "I didn't do anything. Who would even tell you that?"

"Why, Sameer obviously."