Naked In School

"I wear contacts, and they’re fine. You’re not fat. You’re just not skinny. And if you lost 40 pounds, you’d be anorexic."

"I wish. Unfortunately, I like food too much. Anyway. Most guys like skinny."

"I could disagree with that, but I don’t know what most guys like. I don’t particularly like skinny."

"You don’t like girls," she smirked.

"Where did you get that idea?" I asked.

"Have you ever been on a date?"

"A few. Not many. Doesn’t mean I don’t like girls. What it means is I have a hard time talking to them."

"You’re talking to me fine," she pointed out.

She was right. "Yeah. Well, I guess that’s because I was worried about you. Pushed my natural girl-related terror out the window."

"I guess you need to worry about more girls," she grinned. Just then, the bell rang. "Dave? Thanks," she said. "I hate to admit it, but I’m glad I didn’t have to eat alone." She looked at me. "Stay here for a minute. Let me get a head start to bio. If any of your friends see you walking with me, you’ll get shit." Suddenly, she was gone.

I sighed and got rid of my trash. When I got to bio, I could see her getting grilled by Ms. T about the bruises. She must have parried the questions, because she eventually went to her seat and Ms. T didn’t do anything. She made it through the class, left, and I went to my next one. The next time I saw her was before last period. We had the same class that period, and, when I turned the corner of the corridor, she was five feet in front of me.

I guess I thought she’d be OK. I guess I thought that a bit of overzealous tit-grabbing was the worst that could happen to her. I guess I didn’t think, even considering what she did to Cassie, that there’d be anyone that would take it farther than that. I was wrong.

I didn’t really see what happened. I saw a flash of an arm, that’s it, and in the crowded between-class hallways, I didn’t see who the arm was attached to. I didn’t see where it went. But I heard where it went, as Missy let out the most horrific blood-curdling scream I’ve ever heard in my life.

It didn’t stop there. She was wailing. I rushed over to her. The halls were full, and nobody else even stopped! This was getting ridiculous. And Missy was just crying and crying, holding herself up against he wall, barely able to stand up.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Oh God somebody hit me! Down there!" she wailed, pointing to her crotch. Oh, Jesus, she was bleeding. It was running down her thighs. "Oh God it hurts it hurts…"

"We need to get you to the nurse."

"I don’t think I can walk!"

"Fine." I reached over, put one hand behind her back, the other behind her knees, and scooped her up. OK, she wasn’t the lightest girl in the world-and I wasn’t the strongest guy in the world, either. But the nurse wasn’t far. I could get her there.

"Oh Dave you can’t carry me I’m too fat!" she wailed. "You’ll hurt yourself!"

"Shut up," I said, and headed as fast as I could to the nurse. At least someone was kind enough to open the door for me. We went right into the nurse’s office.

"What happened?" Nurse Evans said.

"Somebody hit me. In the crotch. Hard," she sniffled.

"With what?" Nurse Evans said, looking at the blood, as she helped me get Missy on the examining table.

"Well, it felt like a fist, but a fist with fingers extended, if that makes any sense," Missy said. "The force was like a fist but I was…you know…something went in."

Oh, Jesus.

"Missy, wait here," she said, and rushed into her outer office. I sat there, listening to Missy’s crying, stroking her hand. What else could I do?

Nurse Evans came back in shortly. "Missy, we have a gynecologist on call for the school system. She’s on her way here, she was close anyway. I want her to look at it."

"OK," she sniffled.

"You wait here," Nurse Evans sighed, "I need to notify Mr. Tilling about this."

She left again, and I sat there with Missy. The cries were down to sobs and sniffles, but every time she tried to move an inch, she groaned.

"Do you know who did this?" I asked.

"No," she sniffled. "I didn’t see anything. I just felt it."

Nurse Evans came in with the gynecologist, Doctor Macafee. "Missy? What happened."

"I got hit. Down there."

"OK. I need to look at it. It’s going to hurt, there’s nothing I can do about that. But I need to see what’s up."

"OK," Missy said weakly.

"Grab my hand," I told her. She did. As the doctor poked and prodded down there, Missy damn near broke my hand. It wasn’t nothing compared to the pain I saw on her face.

"Missy, sit on the side of the table," the doctor said when she was finished. Missy did. "Your labia are very bruised. There are a few scratches at the entrance to your vagina. The whole area is bruised." She took a breath then. "Missy, you’re a virgin, right?"

"Yeah," she said.

The Doctor took another deep breath. "Whatever he used, fingers like you think or whatever-he punctured your hymen. That’s what caused the blood."

The blood just drained from her face. Completely. She looked horrified. "You mean…I just lost my virginity by a punch?"

"You lost your hymen by a punch," Dr. Macafee corrected.

"Same thing. Same fucking thing. Oh, God…" And then she started wailing again.

"I don’t know how he got such a good shot. Weren’t you walking?"

"No, someone had grabbed my boobs so I had stopped," Missy sniffled.

Just then, Mr. Tilling came in. "What happened?"

"The Program, that’s what happened," Missy snapped bitterly. Dr. Macafee and the nurse told Mr. Tilling what had been done to Missy.

"Missy, I’m sorry. But what happened to you isn’t The Program’s fault," Mr. Tilling said.

"Maybe in normal circumstances, no," she agreed. "But when the Principal calls an assembly and tells the whole junior class-‘Hey, here’s the bitch that did all those nasty things. And we’re going to make her go nude next week!’ Well, that’s almost an invitation."

"Not for physical abuse," he maintained.

"How long have you been a principal? And you have no idea how vindictive kids can be?" she snorted.

"Not like this," he said, looking helpless. "Look, you have no idea who it was?"

"No."

"I’ll try to find witnesses," he said. "Missy, you’re relieved from The Program. Come in tomorrow clothed."

"Thank you," she said.

He left then, and the doctor gave Missy a couple of prescriptions.

"You drive, don’t you?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"I know where you live. It’s not far from me. Why don’t you let me drive your car home? I can walk home from there."

She gave me a small, grateful smile. "OK."

CHAPTER SEVEN MISSY

You know, I didn’t have much use for my sex organs beforehand. I had less use for them when they were howling in pain.

I almost asked the doctor if she did vaginaectomies. Who needs the thing?

God, though, it was so embarrassing-crying and screaming like I did. In front of everyone. In front of David, who had suddenly decided to play rescue the damsel in distress.

And, how mortifying. To lose my virginity by getting hit. It was just so depressing I couldn’t stand it.

Anyhow, Dave helped me get dressed-again, embarrassing-and then got me out to my car. We went to the pharmacy-which, luckily, was one of those new ones with a drive-through window, I was in no condition to walk-and got my prescriptions. Then Dave drove me home.

Even insisted on coming in.

He got me to my living room, on the couch-and I started bawling again! I just couldn’t take it. And I hated crying, and I especially hated crying in front of someone else. And I was crying in front of Dave. Not only that, he had his arm around me and was stroking my hair!