Epilogue

For the rest of the week, all anybody talked about was the masked streaker and how 'she' masturbated in the parking lot in front of the whole school.

This got the boys really riled up to find out who the masked streaker actually was. I don't know how or why, but it didn't really came out that it was me. The girls who knew kept their mouth shut and acted as surprised as everybody else. I think they liked having me all to themselves(?).

The only one who didn't catch an eyeful of me masturbating in public was Henry because he was stuck in detention by himself. Alicia told me that he got detention after he printed the picture he took of my clitoris and pussy (in 4k resolution) on A1 size paper with the help of the photography club, and tried to submit it as some kind of avant-garde Art project. Everyone in the class was shocked and Ms. Cramiling gave him detention for submitting such an obscene photo. Serves him right. Apparently he named the piece "Eureka" for his brilliance. What a dumbass.

Kate talked to me the day after... 'The masked streaker second performance' as they were calling it. She pulled out her phone and deleted the pictures right in front of me. I don't know if she had backups, but I guess I had to trust her. She also kissed me on the cheek, which caught me by surprise and told me to call her... We haven't talked yet, and I don't know what to do. I haven't told about this to anybody yet...

Daisy began a petition to have the streaker expelled from school. Thankfully, people mostly just ignored her because, as Carrie told me, "you can't expel someone if you don't know who they are." She also said no boy in their right mind would want me expelled after what I did, which made me blush/cringe, but ultimately put me at ease. The faculty got really riled up and are still investigating. Carrie said that was fine but now I'm constantly worried.

With this whole masked streaker thing behind me, my life could finally go back to normal...

Right?