Wear my jeans like usual

No way I was going to dress up like some slut for Brandon, especially not when going to class. I would wear my jeans like usual and Brandon would just have to deal with it. Thinking it over I finally decided to compromise by wearing a low cut t-shirt. He would have to be satisfied with that. As I prepared to leave I could feel a pit forming in my stomach. Disobeying Brandon really felt wrong at this point. I yearned to turn around and wear what he wanted me to, but I forced myself out the door. With all my talk of equality and respect, this was the time to take stand!