Losing my virginity to my teacher | ✔

15. Brother?

      Scrolling animalistically through the gossip account I came to a decision that not only me but all the other crazy doings happened in the party was also posted.  But the drawback was my strip tease was very popular.  I hung my head in one of my free hands.

      There was not only one angle but many videos from different directions.  There were thousands of comments.  Are you kidding me?  I was in the verge of tears.  Frustrated, I closed the laptop and paced my room with phone on my ear.

      “So,…. It doesn’t matter right?  I don’t care what they say or post about me.” I drawled keeping my voice neutral.

     “Maybe you don’t.  But don’t you have a bit of self-respect for yourself?”

      “I am sorry that I am enjoying my teenage, you won’t quiet understand because you are a freaking professor.  I would like you not to call this number again otherwise you and I both are going down. Goodbye.”  I hung up immediately without giving him a chance to speak. I took a deep breath and shuddered. 

      I ran into the bathroom and sobbed in front of the mirror over looking a girl who wouldn’t have even dreamt of doing these things.  What am I supposed do now?  And how many of my teachers would have seen this?  I am pretty sure I have degraded my name to the dirt.  I cried harder thinking about the harsh and vulgar comments posted in the videos.  The adjoint door of the bathroom flew open and Katie entered with Hayley hot on her heels.  Katie eyed her phone, which was in tight clutch of my hand.

     “I knew it!”  She yelled angrily.

      I flinched.  Did she know about the video?  Then why didn’t she tell me before?  Before I was going to confront her, she added.

      “Jordon is not gay and he tricked you in to showing him, your tits.  Does he have a photo of your tits?  Is he blackmailing you?  If he is, I am going to cut him into pieces and—” She kept on babbling but that at least made me laugh.

     “No, Katie.”  I sighed.  “I caused myself a bigger trouble.”  I said.  Both of them eyed me carefully and nodded for me to continue.  I told them everything.  And they cautiously listened to me.

      “Hey, it’s all for fun.  Don’t worry.  People won’t take these stuffs seriously.  If next big gossip comes, they will forget about this.”  This time Hayley spoke to me.  “You just go and rest.  Tomorrow is a big day for you champ.  Going to be our best player this year.”  She coaxed me and tucked me into bed.  I smiled at them thinking I couldn’t have best roommates even if I asked.

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      On Mondays I had four hours of lecture and plus now basketball practices in the evening.  I woke up on my usual timing and quickly showered.  I put on a black skinny jean and a plain white t-shirt which hugged my chest giving my boobs a little appreciation.  I wore my hair up in a messy bun.  I packed some necessary items for my basketball coaching and secured it in a duffel bag. 

      The minute I reached for my first lecture, the reality set in.  That I was in deep shit.

       Indeed, very deep shit.

      The moment I entered the room there was catcalls and whistles.  My sensitive nature didn’t work here either.  If I am going to endure this for another week or so then I have to develop some sort of relationship with myself.  I am strong.  My mantra.

      I sat in the second row, where no one sat and took my books and stationery out of the bag.  There was some commotion and a group of boys came near my bench and stood directly in front of me.  I sighed and looked at them dead in the eye.