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You have a pretty quiet weekend, staying inside watching some shows and working on assignments. Katy calls you on Sunday night to ask about an assignment you both had for English. After helping her with that you both stay on the phone chatting about your weekends. After a lull in the conversation, you begin saying goodnight before Katy cuts you off. "Wait, I just want to say that I'm still upset that you didn't try and protect me on Friday afternoon, instead you just stood there staring at my breasts."

You are rendered speechless for several seconds, trying to get your head around what she'd just said.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"You know I can't stand up to those guys, they're grotesque muscle covered gym junkies, what's a regular person like me supposed to do? And I can't believe you'd get upset at me for seeing your tits when half the school got to see you showing them off! And even touch them!"

"How dare you speak about me that way! You know I had ****. And as for half the school, it was more like a third, and you're supposed to be better than them, you should be able to control yourself until we're married. IF we get married, I'm starting to rethink my opinion on you!"

You begin to panic. You can't lose her, you only have to get through a few more months of school and then she'd be yours forever. You take several deep breaths. "I'm sorry Katy, I didn't mean that. And I didn't mean to look at your breasts, I was caught by surprise. I promise I'll make it up to you, I'll do whatever you want."

"Well that's better, now you're sounding more like future husband material. As for making it up to me, if you go to school tomorrow I expect you to stand up for me and fight back more."

"But Katy, they'll just beat me up even more!"

"Well maybe you just shouldn't go and leave me to the wolves!" Katy replied indignantly, hanging up.

You go to bed shortly after, tossing and turning for hours before finally drifting off to sleep. You awake to the sound of your alarm clock piercing it's way into your skull. You groan, instantly aware of a splitting headache. As if today wasn't going to be bad enough, now you'd have to face the bullies with a migraine. Maybe it wasn't even worth going to school today, Katy might be able to just avoid the bullies without you there.