John

"John?" I said.

"Yeah?"

"Can you meet me at Lecture Hall 6? I need you here for a moment."

"Uh, no. I'm having lunch. Why? What's the matter?"

"That means you're free right now. Great, so you can come here immediately, right? Just come here for a minute."

There was a pause. Then John was selfish enough to say, "no, why don't you come here? I'm at Hornby's."

Why the fuck can't he just do me a small favor? Is that too much to ask? "No, John. You don't understand. I need you here. Right now. It's important."

"Just tell me what you want, sis," he said.

What was I supposed to say? Come tell me if by breasts are hanging out? Another few students gawked at me as they passed by. I tried my best to cross my arms over my chest, if its really the case that I'm topless. I've already told him it's important. Why can't he just listen to me, for once? "John, if you don't come here right now I'll get mom to cut your allowance. You've been using too much anyway."

"Ugh, no, sis. Whatever you want, you'll have to come here to get it."

He hung up. He fucking hung up! Why is my own brother so fucking difficult?

But I had ****. Hornby's is just two buildings away. Two buildings. I took a deep breath and started walking. I can do this.

For the first time in my life I felt afraid to look people in the eye. But I think everybody was looking at me. That's it - I'm probably fucking topless. That bitch Tiffany better watch out.

But I really need John to confirm it - ugh, that sounds weird. But I really need to know what's going on.

When I reached Hornby's, that brat was with his friends! He didn't tell me he wasn't eating alone! I hid outside the entrance. Everybody had already seen me, but letting John and his friends see me, that was somehow on another level.

I called him again. "John. I'm here. Come out."

"Where are you?"

"Just outside Hornby's."

"No, you come in."

"John, I've walked across the fucking campus here so the least you could do is to just-"

He fucking hung up again! Son of a bitch!

Okay, so people are probably looking at my boobs. So what? So fucking what? They're animals, lusting over me. If I'm really topless, that doesn't change the fact that I hold more respect than all these losers combined.

I stormed into the restaurant.