Chapter 7: New Friend

At lunch I was sitting alone as usual. My usual solitude was interrupted when Ethan approached me hesitantly. He was holding a tray and looked even smaller and skinnier than in the morning.

“Can I sit with you?” he asked quietly.

“Sure,” I answered and moved my bag to make space.

He sat down opposite me and hesitated for a moment. Then he dared:

“Doesn’t it bother you that the school slut sat down next to you?”

I smiled and shook my head.

“No. And thank you for saving me this morning,” he said softly. “You’re welcome. But I recommend you start defending yourself. Otherwise it will never stop.”

“But I’m weak ... they’ll beat me up,” he muttered and looked down.

“You don’t have to fight with fists. Pepper spray or a stun gun works fine. They’re good options. I’ll happily help you, but I can’t walk with you everywhere. You know what? I have pepper spray in my bag. After lunch I’ll give it to you under the table.”

Ethan’s eyes lit up.

“Thank you ... Why do they even call you a whore?”

I shrugged and forked some salad.

“I don’t like bras. They’re so restrictive. You could say I’m a bit of a nudist and I’m not ashamed of my body. I tried coming to school without a bra a couple of times. My tits sweat, it’s uncomfortable, and I immediately got labeled. But you should really ask them why it bothers them so much.”