Loraine’s public debut

Loraine slapped herself in the face. After this things would probably be better, right?

“Y’know, I’d say I’d love you and that I’m thankful for the ride,” spoke Loraine, turning her head towards her mother. “But I don’t want to start the day off with a lie.”

Before her mother could respond, Loraine had already exited the car. Loraine covered herself with the car door, still trying to delay the inevitable. Her hands shook while holding the door, but she knew she couldn’t stay like this forever.

And so did her mom, who slowly drove away.

“Okay mom, I get it! Geez!” Moaned Loraine, as she closed the door.

Not even a second passed or there where already cheers and wolf whistles.

“Dude, check her out!”

“Is this some kinda dare or something?”

“Wait, isn’t that Loraine Dupont?”

“Ugh, guess she didn’t get enough attention…”

Loraine gulped, put on her best poker face and walked straight to the entrance while ignoring those comments. She felt herself dying on the inside, but none of them could ever know that. She never wanted to be thought of as weak. She tried to look forward as best she could, but she still saw both men and women cheering, making obscene gestures or grabbing their phones. Another nice thing to look forward to when she’ll be on her Insta later, she thought.

Inside, she started looking for her friends Camille, Geneviève and Margot. They would help her in her time of need.

“Where are those three? We always meet here.” She spoke to herself. But for the briefest of second she could’ve sworn she saw Geneviève around the corner, only to disappear. The bell rang, prompting everyone to go to their class. “Guess I’ll catch them during P.E.”

Loraine arrived at her first class of the day; Homeroom. She felt at least a little relief that she sat all the way in the back, where few people would see her. The one downside?

“Aww, Loraine. If you wanted to sleep with me you only had to ask, y’know?”

Marc Laurent. Self proclaimed class clown and the eternal pain in Loraine’s ass. Thinks himself funnier than he is and just won’t stop asking Loraine out. He’s unbearable at the best of times, and these are anything but.

“Please, your jokes are the world’s second greatest anti-lubricants.”

“What’s the first?”

“Your personality.”

“Hilarious. But why are you naked?”

“I’d… rather not talk about it.” Loraine swiftly turned her head away.

“I got it! You’ve always dreamed of being an exhibitionist, and now you are living out your dream. Am I correct?”

“…”

“Gee, tough crowd.”