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BAILEY

One piece of advice that I’ve consistently heard over the years is “people are far more concerned with themselves than worrying about you.” Other variations of this:

“Nothing from high school will mater the second you graduate.”
“People will forget about it in a week.”
“If they’re talking about you, it’s only cause they’re jealous of you.”

If anyone ever says something like this to me again, I will tell them where to shove it. I once thought the school’s reaction to my leaked topless pic was bad. Ha!

I tried to fake sick on Monday, but Mom and Dad weren’t buying it. I begged them to let me just skip the rest of the year – request to take my finals in private – and then figure things out from there. But they were furious with me, and didn’t believe anything I told them. I was grounded for the whole summer. Ben got a month himself, not that he cared.

And so, I was forced to endure it. An explosion of laughter and cheering as soon as I stepped foot in the school. Ear-to-ear grins, guys going WAY beyond kosher when it came to checking me out. People mocking my dance moves, turning around and shaking their butts. Countless nicknames…

“Bubble Butt Bailey”
“Bailey Got Back”
“Bald Bailey”
“Mrs. Clean”

It went on…and on…and on. Every freaking day. The “I Like Big Butts” song had become my theme song. The “Ayyyy we want some pussssaaaayyyy!” chant had become my theme chant.

“Hey Bailey,” CJ approached me. “Just wanted to say I’m SOOOO sorry about –"

“SHUT UP, CJ!” I screamed at him. “NO, you’re not!” He’s lucky I didn’t slap him. “I saw you cheering and chanting with everyone else! And Craig told me everything you were saying!"

“He’s just trying to make himself look good, he was looking too!”

“Get out of here CJ. We are NOT friends!”

“Fine. Fuck you, bitch!” He stormed away.

One day later, it was Landon.

“Bailey, ya gotta give us another chance, before I’m off to college. You were the hottest thing I’ve ever seen Saturday!”

I didn’t give him the satisfaction of eye contact. I walked away from him and didn’t respond.

Bryce, Brad, and Shelby were, unsurprisingly, the worst. The two guys had printed out a massive copy of my topless picture and taped it to a blow-up doll – making sure my face and boobs lined up with those of the doll. During lunch, they had it stand up on a table and shook it around as Baby Got Back played on a phone. While I put up with most of the schools’ bullshit with a straight face, this caused me to run out of the cafeteria in tears. The guys destroyed the evidence before any teacher could find it, but they still were threatened with not graduating.

Shelby told everyone I let a group of guys “run a train” on me after the party. Even though everyone saw the cops and my parents breaking things up, there were still morons that replied “Seriously?! She did that?!” to Shelby’s stupid made up bullshit.

Fortunately, there didn’t seem to any pics or videos from that dreadful night. At least, none that had surface yet. I remember Taylor had collected most phones when the stripping bets started, and most people she missed were either too afraid to get caught with theirs out, or too distracted and didn’t want to miss anything. Regardless, I was thankful, at least, for that.

I was also thankful for my friends, and for Craig. All of them had been wonderful. Sympathetic, but not overly so to the point of making me feel like some pitiful pariah. Lizzy approached me about pressing charges on the main culprits – Bryce, Brad, Landon, Alexis, Shelby, and Taylor. Her dad, the lawyer, explained it would be tough to go after everyone, especially with no hard evidence. We decided to zero in on Brad and Shelby, as they had been the most physical – constantly pushing me back up on the table and holding me in place. We’ll see what happens.

As far as Craig goes, he ran up to me when the cops showed up and asked me what I wanted him to do. I told him to get as far away as he could. If my parents caught me nude with him, my dad would have beat the crap out of him. We talked over the phone the next day and I let him know I wouldn’t be able to see him for most, if not, all of the summer, but that I still wanted to get back together. I apologized for being so mean to him over the pic that Ben had leaked. He understood. He was about the only thing going right in my life at the moment.

BEN

“I CANNOT believe we left early…” Neil moaned in the cafeteria on Monday.

“GOD DAMMIT!!” Peter cursed, as I told the tale. They had obviously heard all about it by now, but not in this detail.

“I told you guys to be patient,” I smirked. “Something good was bound to happen with that number of assholes and booze. Dangerous combo.”

“Yeah, issue is that could’ve just as easily been one of us on that table,” Neil shuddered. He looked over at a group of douchebags that were twerking around my sister. “See? They’re barbaric.”

“Yeah…speaking of that, anyone hear from Arnie?” I asked, still wearing a proud smile.

“He’s gone off the grid,” Peter said. "Radio silence."

“Not sure he ever got his phone back,” Neil said. “I swung by his house yesterday, but no one answered.”

“He’s not at school today. He must not have even heard about your sis? Everyone in the party forgot all about what happened to him – I haven’t heard one peep about it,” Peter said.

“Me neither,” I said. “I’m sure he’ll show up, eventually.”

BAILEY

The year from hell was finally over. I finished my last final and made my way to the gymnasium for the end-of-the-year assembly. I found my friends in the bleachers and we discussed exam questions as the rest of the school piled in.

“I want to thank all of you for another wonderful year, here at Webberson High!” Principal Clark started.

“This motherfucker serious?” Jamie laughed.

Clark continued to ramble on about the highlights of the year – a cross country state champion, two final four teams, a debate team championship, record high standardized test scores, etc., etc….

“…And to the class of 2024, I have no doubt that you young men and women will go on to lead fantastic and inspiring lives!”

“Yeah, in prison,” Maria muttered. Leslie and Adira looked back at her with looks of amusement. “Not you two!” Maria laughed.

The lights dimmed and the annual senior video began playing on a massive projector screen to the tune of that overplayed graduation song.

“As we go on, we remember, all the times we, had together!”

I can’t lie, it was a brief, painful shock as a picture of a younger version of Craig, Landon, Bryce, and Brad popped up – huge grins on their faces, their arms wrapped around each other. A more innocent time, I guess. Craig looked back at me and gave an apologetic shrug, but how could I be upset over it? I myself had dated Landon less than a year ago! I had also once considered Shelby a friend. People, and circumstances change. It’s the one constant in life. Everything changes.

A picture of a text message appeared on the screen. There were blurred pictures contained in the message, that almost looked like….nudes?
Excited murmuring buzzed throughout the gym.

“What is that?”
“what’s that say?”

I read it aloud. It said…

“Don’t tell Mom and Dad! ”

I didn’t think much of it, but then the pics unblurred.

BEN

I knew something was up. I could feel it in the air. A chill. Something just seemed…off.

The whole school was crammed into the gymnasium to watch the stupid senior video before we got released for summer vacation. It started out boring enough, but then a screenshot I instantly recognized popped up on the screen.

“Don’t tell Mom and Dad! ”

FUCK. Fuck Fuck Fuck. Why did I write that?! I felt like I had swallowed my tongue. The picture beneath my text went unblurred, and a full-frontal, buck-naked selfie of my sister appeared on the projector screen. Eight more shots of Bailey’s tits, ass, and pussy appeared after.
It was pandemonium, about 5 times greater than at the party.

“WHHHHHHAAAAAAAATTTTTT?!!!!!!”

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!”

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!”

“SHE’S BUTTTTTT NAKED!!!!”

“SHE SENT THOSE TO HER BROTHER?!?!?!!”

Loving all these new chapters! More, more, more!

Holy shit that’s an amazing cliffhanger Drew. Don’t make us wait too long for the conclusion; if I die in the meantime I’ll have unfinished business and have to come back as a ghost to see what happens next! (Sorry, already looking ahead to Halloween, lol)

This one may be difficult for Bailey to explain!

Awesome addition as always, so awesome I'm leaving my second ever comment

BAILEY

The picture unblurred and I cannot describe the amount of horror that swept over me when I saw myself on the screen, totally undressed, smiling into the mirror. There was no doubt about it this time, the ENTIRE school, got to see me head-to-toe naked. EIGHT more pics showed up in the text messages! Pictures of my boobs and bare butt up close, and a few more full-frontal pictures from various angles. I barely even remembered taking these! How had Ben gotten them!?!

The audience erupted into hysteria. Shelby turned to me with a comically exaggerated expression, mouth wide open, hand over it, eyes bulging out of her skull.

“SHE’S BANGING HER BROTHER!!!!!” She cried out. “SHE SENT HIM NUDES BAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

Landon turned around. “YOUR BROTHER!!?!?!?!” He didn’t look jealous this time. He looked insanely amused. He made a fake gagging motion with hit finger and throat.

I was frozen in my seat. Even my friends were looking at me with shock and disbelief. I felt like I might pass out. I noticed teachers scampering around, trying and failing to figure out how to get the projector screen lifted or covered. And things only got worse. The pics turned into videos.

BEN

It felt like everyone had their eyes on me. The dudes looked amused; the girls looked disgusted. My heart was going a million beats a minute. I turned to the projector room where Asshole Arnie undoubtedly was hiding. The dumbass teachers hadn’t figured it out yet, but I knew all the controls were in that room. Unfortunately, there was no way to get to it from this level of the gym. You could only enter that room via a corridor on the second level.
I looked back at the screen to see Bailey’s room pop up. Oh no. I had jerked off to these videos a hundred times and had them memorized by now. My sister walked into her room in her birthday suit and the crowd erupted louder than ever.

BAILEY

I watched on with terror as I saw myself enter my room totally naked after a shower. My lip was quivering. No, no, no, this wasn’t happening. This was a dream – a nightmare. And I was about to wake up. I pinched myself, but the no reprieve came.

I watched as I waltzed about my room without a care in the world – completely oblivious to the fact that I was doing my post-shower routing in front of the entire school. I saw the sides of my breasts and ass for the first half of the video. The crowd was loving it. I looked for my brother but could not find him – there’s no way he was dumb enough to be behind this!?

In the video, I turned around, and the entirety of my bare butt was caught on camera.

“I LIKE BIG BUTTS AND I CANNOT LIE!”

Students, led by Bryce and Brad, began singing. They were loving it, making round, handful gestures as me with their hands. They turned their attention back to the screen as I had walked into the corner of my room. There was a buzz of frustrated anticipation in the crowd. Many kids had pulled out their cellphones and were filming the screen, as well as my reactions.

“HOLY FUCK!!!!!!”

Some guy screamed with delight as I turned my body on the video – and stood in the center of my room, facing the camera dead on.
My breath shallowed. I was having a panic attack. Or maybe dying. I thought the bleachers were gonna collapse as all my peers enjoyed the crystal-clear video of my private parts.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up out of my seat – a thousand eyes and cameras on me. My legs felt wobbly, but I managed to get to the floor of the gymnasium. I went to run out of there and escape forever. But the doors were locked.