You go to class

You take a moment to dress yourself. A sports bra. Boyshorts. Jeans. A black t-shirt. None of John's coats fit you, but you take one anyways, moving in kind of a daze as you collect your backpack and head out the door. As you leave, you can see that your room mate's put a sock on the door to his bedroom. Do not disturb.

Disturb.
And then all at once the sense of helplessness, of violation that you didn't feel when Chet was **** you over at Gemma's dorm room rises up within you now. Not just because of what happened, but because of the way your female body betrayed you: you LIKED it. You had an orgasm for your ****. Your flesh crawls, and an awful quivering sort of terror bubbles up inside your stomach and into your chest. "Keep it together, John," you mutter, and the name rings just as false as the words, but beggars can't be choosers.

You leave for class. Walking across campus is... strange. You can feel people's eyes on you, and you break out into goosebumps as you walk. When a boy smiles and holds the door for you as you enter the Science building, you flush with embarrassment. Does he know? You doubt it. He's probably just being a gentleman. But it still reminds you of... everything.

Introduction to Biology. Bio 101. You're here. It's still five minutes before the start of class. The lecture hall is still emptying out from the previous class. It suddenly occurs to you that you didn't finish your homework. This week is the chapter on human anatomy. Your homework was on the human reproductive system. Isn't that funny? You don't feel like laughing. And then a girl comes walking out of the classroom. You wouldn't have noticed, except when she sees you, she stops and stares. "Doe?" she asks.

You look up with a start. Oh God. It's one of the girls from the locker room. One of the girls that was whipping you with towels earlier today and a lifetime ago. Back when Chet was just a bully and an asshole and not the man who...
Is this what shame feels like? What was her name? Tara? She's looking at you with suspicion, and not much friendlier than before.