Deja Vu

"Yahhhhh!" Tree screamed as she ran. Her arms clang desperately to her privates trying in vain to defend some semblance of her modesty. Tree had made some distance between herself and the quad but her sorority house was still pretty far.

"Oh hell yeah."

"Hey!"

"Nice tits sweetheart"

"You go girl"

"Don't we have enough sluts on campus?"

"Shake it, baby!"

Both praise and distain were hurtled at the young woman as she ran. She tried to ignore it. The Kappa Pi Lambda house wasn't that much farther. Soon this nightmare would be over.

"Just a little further," Tree told herself. She just had to cut through one more grassy field and she'd be home free. However as she turned a corner and made it to the field she found it was occupied by the entire football currently doing drills. Tree wanted to scream but she couldn't. She was being pushed forward by a combination of adrenaline and humiliation that compelled her to keep running through the field of sweaty jocks.

"Whoa! Yeah! Streaker!"

"Now that's some team spirit"

"Talk about a perfect body."

"Come on beautiful, lift those arms."

"I told you. Nooo!" Tree screamed as she passed. She was confused by her words for a moment. Why was she speaking like this had happened before. Before she had time to dwell on it Tree was distracted when the entire team started cheering her on. As she ran she could hear the players start to chant.

"Streaker! Streaker! Streaker!" they said in unison. This only made Tree's face grow redder. She was not a streaker. She was just a normal, clothes-loving, girl. She sped up and ran towards the sorority house.