Let it go. It wasn't that bad.

You decide it was embarrassing, but not bad enough to abandon your new view on life. You promised yourself you wouldn't fly off the handle, and you haven't. You may have gotten a few embarrassing nicknames, but you've taken it in stride, and you should be proud. The rest of your morning flows pretty smoothly. Chemistry class goes fine with only a few looks and giggles thrown your way. You shake it off and remind yourself that nobody is going to remember any of this in a week.

Then comes lunch. You walk into the cafeteria and try your best not to notice multiple sets of eyes turning your way. You pretend you don't hear the whispers as you walk past everyone toward the line of food options. You find it hard to focus with your face burning red, so you just grab a sandwich and an apple. You make your way to an empty table in the corner and set your tray down. Before you can sit you hear someone say your name. You look to your right and see one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen. You recognize her from Art History. Her long blonde hair tumbles down onto her ample chest. She gives you a wide smile that shines like a shooting star.

"You are Ned, right?" she says. Suddenly you realize you never answered. You've just been staring at her for the last minute.

"Y-yeah!" your voice squeaks, and you cough to knock it back down. "Yeah I'm Ned."

"Oh good." She steps closer to you, playing with her hair as she stares into your eyes. "I heard you're really smart, and I just can't get History. I've never been able to. Would you..." she runs a finger down your chest. "be willing to tutor me."

You swallow so hard that you worry for a second that you'll swallow your tongue. Before you can answer, you hear someone yell from behind you.

"Hey nerd!" You spin around and see the muscular jock who gave you the wedgie earlier. "You flirting with my girl?!"

"No!" You try to explain, but the woman pipes up from behind you.

"Yeah he was, Thad! He said he wanted to lick my feet! He's a perv!" You look back to see an evil grin on her face.

"Well let me show you what happens to little nerd boys who hit on my girl!" Before you can resist, he grabs your shirt and lifts it up over your head, trapping your arms and blinding you. He ties the shirt shut, and immediately grabs your pants, yanking them to the ground. The laughter from the surrounding students makes it impossible to hear anything else, as you gyrate awkwardly trying to get unstuck.

"Oh my god what a nerd!"

"How many times am I gonna see his red undies today?"

"Oh my god look at his little package!"

"This is going all over my instagram!"

You eventually get out of your shirt, and pull your pants up. You run out of the cafeteria, still unable to hear anything but the laughter and teasing from your classmates. You don't stop running until you get to your dorm and sit on the end of the bed. As you try to process your humiliation, and maybe consider a different school, you look up and see the closet door hiding your various inventions.