Best to ignore it.

Gritting her teeth, Natalie turned around and continued down the aisle, feeling other hands brush against her hip and leg...

Finally she reached a completely empty said, and scooted along the seat to the window. She looked out said window, doing her best to ignore the whispers that were clearly about her. The laughter, the tittering, the proclamations of disbelief, the theories, the name calling...

"Wow, how hung over are you, right now, Natalie? Do you even, like, realize you aren't wearing clothes right now?" Miley said as she sat next to Natalie.

"Yes," Natalie responded acidly, turning to look her friend in the eye. "My parents decided to punish me by taking my clothes away. All because of your dumb party!"

"Hey, my party was amazing. You're the one who overdid it."

"Oh shut up, I don't remember you practicing moderation, the other night!"

"Yeah, and I paid for it. My parents came back from their trip while my brother and I were still cleaning up, and we're both grounded. You know, a normal punishment."

"Wait until your mother heard about what my Mom is doing to me, and what the school is allowing her do to me. You'll have the same fate before long, I guarantee you!"

"Pfff! whatever."

The bus was pulling trundling down the street now, well on its way to school, past the residential area where most students boarded.

Miley had dirty blond hair and green eyes, and was wearing the short tartan skirt and sweater vest of the school's uniform. She insisted on papering Natalie with questions about her nudity: "What did it feel like?" and "Was it exciting? Even a little?" and "Not even shoes? What if you accidentally step in dog poo?" Natalie was ignoring her by the time the bus reached school.

"Did you wanna, like, I don't know, hold my hand or something as you do your perp walk up to the school?" Miley asked, reaching out her hand.