Tell him off and change seats.

Zack may be good-looking, but something about the presumptuous way he's approached her rubs Natalie the wrong way{if Sluttery > 49}, even through the mental fog of her lust{endif}. {if Sluttery < 50}"Yeah, I'm not doing that," she snaps.{else}"Mmmm. N-no. No. No," she says, with increasing sureness.{endif}

He blinks in surprised, startled, and pulls back from her slightly{if Slut_Clothes=True}, though his hand remains on her breast{endif}. "Uh...excuse me?"

"I said I'm not fucking doing anything with you." Natalie {if Slut_Clothes=True}pulls his hand off her and {endif}gives him a hard stare. "Now let me out of the seat, please."

"Are you sure you don't wanna just - "

"Now."

"Jeez, fine, all right." Zack scoots backward, and Natalie pulls herself out of the seat{if Slut_Clothes=True}, adjusting her tank top to cover up fully as she does{endif}. She grabs her bag and stalks toward the front of the bus, moving from seat to seat clumsily as the bus sways into motion. Zack watches her go, an expression of irritated confusion on his face.

{if Prude_Clothes=True}"So, what, you think some fancy outfit means people won't notice your perky tits and fuckable ass?" he calls. "If you don't wanna fuck you can just not hang out with the dudes, you know! Bitch," he adds as a muttered afterthought.{elseif Normal_Clothes=True}"So, what, you think you're too good to suck my dick? I asked politely!" he calls after her. "Bitch," he adds as a muttered afterthought.{elseif Slut_Clothes=True}"Hey, if you don't wanna be fucked you could try not dressing like a whore!" he calls after her. Loudly. "Fucking cocktease."{endif}

"Forget her, dude. Wanna fuck Josie's mouth?" the guy who was sitting across from them asks. Josie is bouncing up and down on his lap, panting as she rides his cock, arms braced on the seat in front of her.

"Yeah, sure, I guess," Zack growls. The other boy sort of shoves Josie his way.

"Wait, what's going - ooomph!" Josie's confusion is muffled by Zack roughly jamming her cock in her mouth. She blinks in surprise for a second, then moans and starts sucking him eagerly.

Natalie does her best to ignore Zack's shout and the mutters of the other students as she makes her way down the bus. Finding a seat where two girls are sitting pressed close to one another, she pauses. "Hey, can I sit here?"

The girls glance at one another uneasily. “Uh, sure,” the closer one says. Natalie plops down next to her with a sigh, holding her backpack on her lap. {if Popularity < 10}The other girl edges away from her slightly.{else}The other girl gives her an awkward smile, then turns back to her friend.{endif} She says something to the girl at the window in a low voice and her listener giggles. Natalie can only make out a couple phrases: “…{if Slut_Clothes=True}dressed like a whore{else}stuck-up prude{endif}…big scene…so rude…don’t put yourself in that situation, then…” Natalie swallows and looks across the bus, not attempting to make conversation.

When the bus finally arrives at the school, Nat waits for most of the bus to clear out as she picks up her bag. Josie stumbles down the aisle, giggling stupidly, still a bit cum-drunk, as she leans on Brad's arm, clearly uncaring that she's not wearing any actual pants. Nat purses her lips as she watches them leave, then stands to leave herself.

"Hey, Nat.” She looks down the bus to see Anna standing by a seat, arms folded. The petite girl watches her approach, scowling. "I saw that little stunt of yours earlier. What the hell were you thinking, blowing up at that guy like that?"

"He was being totally gross," Nat mumbles, hanging her head slightly. Even Anna’s mad at her. She must’ve fucked up.

"Well I mean…sure. You sat in the back of the bus{if Slut_Clothes=True}, and you’re wearing clothes that make you look like a junior skank{endif}. It’s like dangling meat in front of a dog and then eating it. Just mean. Haven't you ever heard the saying 'Sluts do it in the rear?'"

"Oh." Nat frowns. "I mean, yeah, but I thought it was about - "

"Obviously it's also about getting ass-fucked, any slut is an all-holes girl, but it's about the bus! You dummy!" Anna sighs. “I mean, you managed to avoid getting fucked, I guess. But you don’t really want a reputation as a frigid bitch—or, even worse, a tease. Y’know?”

Nat wants to disappear. “Yeah. Yeah. I know."

"Well. Your colossal social idiocy aside, time for the first day of Bridge Year." Anna sighs, but smiles finally. She gestures at the two girls in front of her. "While you're here slumming it with those of us who don't want to look like jerks, meet Claire and Denise. I sat behind them, we've been chatting." The two other girls wave, smiling awkwardly. Claire is short and curvy, with chin-length blonde hair and large, blue eyes. Denise is taller and slender, with long arms and legs, full lips, and dark, frizzy hair, clad in a simple and modest long, black dress.

"Nice to meet you both," Nat says politely.

"Yeah, yeah, come on! It's time to go," Anna says. Nat thinks she sees Claire roll her eyes as the four girls head off the bus.