Yes (John POV)

Clara never calls me unless she needs something. I had always relented, going great lengths to help her with everything but I've learned to stand my own ground a little. I was eating when she called. I can't just leave the restaurant and go to her for God knows what she wants me to do. So I said no, and from what I saw immediately after, I knew I had fucked up.

"Dude, is that your sister?" Frank said. I had just hung up, and he had been smiling at something on his phone for a while, and the rest leaned in to join him, before he slid the phone over to me.

I almost spit my drink. There was Clara (was it her? Yes, there was no mistake), topless in a lecture hall like she didn't care. What the hell is wrong with her today? But it was her choice to dress like that, wasn't it?

"She's hot," Derrick said. "See, even Maya agrees."

Maya shrugged.

"Why is she dressing like a slut though - no offense. Is it a dare?"

"I don't know," I said. "She told me this morning that what she wore was none of my business. So I think this is her idea."

"Aren't you embarrassed?"

I didn't know what to feel. If they said my sister was walking around the school like a slut, I'd be embarrassed. But if they said Clara was walking around the school like a slut, I - I didn't know what to feel.

Before long, I got another call. She said she was outside, and making demands for me to go out and meet her again. I stood my ground. Whatever she wanted, she could come in and ask for it.

She stormed in, confident as ever. I could see her breasts bouncing with each step even though she covered them with one arm. All eyes in the restaurant followed her, and I wanted to distance myself from her, as if telling everybody that I didn't know who this girl was, when she motioned me to scoot over and sat right next to me.

She looked a little insecure. That was a first. My male friends were grinning all the way, while Maya tried not to look.

"John, I really need to talk to you," she said, and took my hand. Her breasts were right there but I **** myself to stay on her concerned eyes. "But not here. Can we go to the bathroom?"

My friends made an "oh!"

"Uh - what the fuck, Clara?" I said, trying to look at anywhere but her.

"Oh, shit," she muttered. "Okay, just tell me this one thing. Am I topless right now?"

Before I knew it my eyes were staring right at her naked breasts. "Of course you fucking are!" I almost screamed.

What game was she playing? Was she trying to ruin my life in some way for not meeting her at the lecture hall?

She looked dejected for a moment. "Shit," she said, and started covering her breasts. "What else am I wearing?"

"Wait," Frank said, and walked over to Clara, a half-boiled egg in his hand and a big grin on his face. I felt a need to punch him, because this was my sister he was talking to. He's 18. I'm 18, and we were all 18 except Clara, he had no right to interject into something like this. But I didn't say anything.

"You're wearing two pairs of pants, and panties," he said, taking his time to feast his eyes, "but, look here, can't you see your panties have slipped out of your pants?"

Clara frowned and looked down at her crotch. "In what way?" she said. Frank tugged on the panties lightly, but his other hand, the one with the egg, was hovering over Clara's head. He cracked the egg open on top of her! And all the whitish part and yolk of the egg spilled over her hair and onto her face and some dripped onto her breasts.

"Ah," Clara said, wiping her eyes. "Something's in my eye."

Was she not seeing this? I didn't know what had gotten into her since this morning. What the hell is going on?

"It's on sideways," Frank said, "see, I don't know how to describe it, can't you see it?"

Just then, I caught Frank's other hand circumventing Clara's bare back her other breast. Of course I fucking slapped his hand away. But how does he seem to know more about Clara than I did?

But Clara noticed this, and jerked backwards in one sudden motion. "Perverts! Perverts, all of you!" She screamed.

"Clara, wait," I said, but she was already turning around. Her panties snagged on one of the chair's metal fixtures which stopped her from moving another step forward.

"Don't touch me!" she yelled, but I didn't even touch her. She **** her way forward again, making the contraption pull her pants down far enough on one side to show half of her ass before her panties snapped. She left with half of her ass still exposed.