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

Chapter Sixteen

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Chapter Sixteen

Less than three weeks after I realized I was a criminal, I had made it quite clear to everyone that I wasn't interested in any of the boys available to me at the moment. It wasn't like proposals didn't flatter me. They did. Or that I didn't blush every time some boy confessed that he liked me. I did. Why wouldn't I? Back in those days, I wasn't half as deep of a person as I'm today. Looks mattered. Popularity did too. But, boys didn't. Not half as much as they did to all the other girls. Of course, not everyone understood that. There were guys who still thought they had a chance. There was one such guy named Amit. He bothered me a lot a few days before my half yearly examinations. Every time I returned back from school, he was on my route, riding his bike like he was some macho man I'd fall for immediately. I didn't. He didn't interest me.

He messaged me on social media, bugged me by sending repeated friend requests that I always chose to ignore, and bothered me by illogical, "I really like you"s. At one point, I got so irritated that I instantly messaged him to stop bothering me and then blocked him. However, the stalker that he was, he made another account and bothered me with that. I blocked that, too. Thus, in all, he made three accounts in total that I continued to block on and on and on.

Yet, he didn't get the message. He would still roam about on his bike irritating the hell out of me. And I could rarely ever stop him and ask him to stop moving here. It was a free road. I didn't want to be caught up in the drama of abuses again.

One such day, I was returning over from Sanya's after an hour of partner study. We didn't talk much but she was the only girl in our neighbourhood and my mom wanted me to befriend her for that, so I did. As soon as I stepped outside her house, I saw Amit stand there outside by his bike. I rushed back inside. Had he followed me here too? I wondered.

"What happened?" Sanya asked. Sweat started to appear on my forehead.

I shrugged. "Nothing," I said.

"Come on, what is it?" she repeated. From her front porch, I looked in the direction of the boy standing outside her house. She didn't seem at all surprised to see him there.

"What happened?" she asked again.

"Who is he?" I queried in return. Maybe she knew him. If yes, then maybe she could ask him to stop bothering me since I'm not interested in him at all.

"He's my brother's classmate," Sanya answered. "Why, what happened?" Her eyes looked at me with curiosity as her eyebrows wiggled with excitement. I should have understood at that moment itself what it meant, but I was still too naive.

"He has been bothering me a lot lately," I told her. Then I narrated to her all that had happened. She seemed worried.

"I'll talk to my brother to inform Amit this," she consoled me. I nodded. Then, she dropped me halfway to my place. Peacefully, I went back home. Amit hadn't disturbed me then.

A few days later, our monthly assessments began once again. It was before the start of one of those assessments, when we had just arrived to the school that Harsha called me.

"Do you know anyone by the name, Amit?" she asked. Her brown eyes stared at me from behind her spectacles.

"Why, what happened?" I asked instead of answering her question.

"I received a call from an unknown number last night. Some Amit guy who wants me to ask you out for him because he desperately likes you. I told him I couldn't do that," she answered.