The Vows Of Vengeance

Isabel Morgan

"Ring, ring, ring."

"Shut up!" With my eyes still shut, I mumbled.

"Ring, ring, ring."

I smacked the alarm once again to turn it off, but it continued to sound. I put a pillow over my ears to block out the noise. However, it continued to ring.

I glared at the alarm clock while sitting upright on the bed.

Delaney entered my room as the door abruptly opened. She gave me a startled expression, obviously surprised that I was awake and not expecting her to yell at me.

"Good Morning." I continued to welcome in an irate manner.

Shaking her head, she just remarked, "Get ready, we're late."

With a nod, I rose from the bed and headed for the bathroom. For college, I dressed up. I hurried downstairs for breakfast after giving myself one last look in the mirror.

"I'm late." Picking up a sandwich, I said.

I was given another one by Margot, who said, "Take another one as well."

After accepting it, I shoved half of the sandwich into my mouth. As I was walking to the 8 am session, I called my mother.

"Morning, Mum," I said Hello.

"Good Morning, are you ready?"

"I'm late."

"It's 8 am already."

"I know."

"Since you are already late, why not video call me?"

"No." She changed the call to a video call before I could end it. I grabbed it. "Hey, Mum."

"There you are."

"You've seen me now, can I go?" She yelled just as I was ready to end the call.

"Wait!"

I motioned for Margot, Abby, and Delaney to proceed while remaining motionless in my spot. "Yep."

"I have been noticing a thing for a few days now."

"What?" Not understanding what she meant by saying, I questioned. I walked slowly at first.

"You are dressing up too much these days... for college."

"No, I am not."

"You are."

"I am not."

"You are."

"Are we really fighting over this?" She is correct, so this time I gave up. For college, I'm dressed up too much. I overthink things before getting ready for college. These days, I am more aware of who I am.

"Is it for him?" I was surprised by that.

"Mumma!"

She grinned. "It is him."

I bit my lip and said nothing.

She merely gave him a headshake. "If he really would've liked you, he'll like you the way you are naturally... You don't have to change yourself for him."

"Mumma, that's simply a saying. Everyone desires a beautiful woman.

It's accurate. Really, it's just a saying: "Be yourself, and he'll love you for who you are." When someone dresses up and looks good, everyone is drawn to them.

"Then that's not love."

"Mumma, I don't love him. It is really a matter of liking. I'll miss the class if I don't go now." "Nearly running," I said.

However, he also doesn't like my dressing up. He's simply so challenging. He doesn't respond appropriately to my texts, and I'm afraid to say "hello" in person for fear that he won't respond or that things would get awkward. My conversations with him have been awkward. Incredibly embarrassing. 'See, I found you' is what the monkey reel I sent him says.

It's embarrassing, I realize. I am aware.

That's why I haven't gotten married yet.

The guys who show interest in me are simply my friends, and I desire the one who doesn't care about me.

Horribly unhappy.

I was panting severely from all the running when I finally made it into the classroom. The entire class turned away from the teacher to stare at me.

What I detest the most is this. And as if I were Miss World, they simply won't take their eyes off me. I don't desire a lot of attention.

I like him because of this. He simply glances at the newcomer out of the corner of his eye before turning back to face the instructor.

"May I come in?" I questioned the instructor.

"Please take your seat," he nodded.

I went inside.

He sat as usual, looking directly at the teacher's lesson.

When I eventually found my companions, I was searching the area for them. As I approached them, the teacher said, "Ms. Morgan, please take the fourth bench."

No. Sh*t.

I was standing next to the fourth bench when I glanced over my shoulder.

I've passed away.

I've passed away.

He sat on the fourth bench. In addition to usually taking the fourth bench, he was the first person to arrive in class.

I must now sit next to him.

Once, after glancing at me, he stepped aside to give me a seat. I glanced in the direction of my insane buddies, the three of them seated. As they observed my situation, they were laughing.

'You're dead,' I told them, and sat down next to him.

I sat there fiddling with my fingers, feeling anxious. My heart was pounding so hard that I thought it might burst at any second.

He.

Briggs, Sebastian.

My crush.

He was just a regular man when I first met him at the start of my fourth semester, but as time went on, my feelings for him grew. Since he is so uninterested in me, I have made numerous attempts to stop this emotion, yet it persists.

I can't concentrate on my work. I can't perform anything correctly. I can't get him out of my head. I can't help it, even if I detest it.

He's the man I've always desired. I find his mannerisms attractive. He's quiet.

I can't even begin to describe the thrill I get when he responds to my text.

I'd like to be friends with him, but I can't. He's not the type of guy who would remember you, text you first, or value having you in his life otherwise. I felt like I was annoying him every time I texted him. As a result, I stopped contacting him, yet he never leaves my thoughts. Little things remind me of him.

And I am aware that he despises me.

Despite repeatedly contacting me, I am positive he hasn't even saved my number on his phone.

Everyone claims he doesn't hate me, but I know he does, even though Abby claims he doesn't.

Why am I feeling so cold all of a sudden?

Well, well... Take a look at this person.

Butterflies, meet your stomach.

I prayed for these strange sensations to end as I closed my eyes. This is not how I want to feel.

My heart is pounding wildly. My hands feel freezing despite being hot from all this stress.

I grabbed my phone because I couldn't take it any longer. Additionally, our group had a ton of texts.

Not surprisingly.

Abby: There's love in the air.

Margot: La la la

Del: La la la

She even failed to remember us.

Margot: What a pain!

Abby: Are you truly ignoring us at this point?

Margot: I'm in tears.

Me: Quit talking! Queens of Drama!

Del: Why are you here?

Speak with him!

Margot: Girl, speak up!

Abby: Indeed! Indeed! Speak with him!

Me: You people don't realize how anxious I am!

I'll urinate.

Abby:

Del: Are you getting soaked, sweetie?

Me: Quit talking!

Margot: Are you serious?

Abby: Whoa! Pull him and kiss him, I'm telling you!

I immediately switched off my phone.

Oh my God!

He's right next to me.

On my phone, a notification appeared.

Abby: Look out for some cheeks!

I noticed that when I looked up from the front phone, Brody was entering.

Fuck!

An issue is on the way!

Dee: Where will he sit?

I flipped my phone around.

That's precisely what I asked. He's coming here, but why?

Brody approached and stood next to me. After a moment of blank staring, he motioned for me to approach. Sebastian had already gone inside when I turned to face him. Brody sat next to me as I moved in his direction.

I swallowed hard.

What did I do incorrectly? Why am I unable to move?

Brody's eyes were inquiring as he peered at me. I smiled at him and said, "Hey."

"Hello. What brought you here? Being mindful that Sebastian might not hear us, he murmured.

"The teacher." I returned the whisper.

Brody asked, "Where's Ashton?" as Sebastian turned to face us, his brows furrowed.

Sebastian is unaware that we were conversing because that query was arbitrary.

I have no idea who these people are.

They are just strange; they don't communicate in person.

And it's really awkward when I speak to both of them.

I am aware that I have a thing for Sebastian. His best friend, Brody, is also aware of my obsession with Sebastian.

Do you want to hear how I got to know Brody? You probably do.

Following a few minutes of my accepting his Instagram invitation, he began contacting me. I don't communicate with strangers on Instagram; therefore, I wouldn't have responded to his text. However, I contacted him back because he is Sebastian's friend, and when he asked me out, I said, "I like someone else... sorry."

He asked me who the guy was after that, but I kept it a secret. One day, he asked me, "Is it my friend Sebastian?"

'Why do you think so?' I asked.

"Just guessing, you texted him once, and he is good looking too," was his response.

He is useless, even though I didn't lie to him. I'm certain he won't share anything with Sebastian. Why? Well, let's avoid discussing it.

In response to Brody's query, Sebastian simply shrugged and turned back to face the teacher.

"Did you talk to him?" In a whisper, Brody asked me again.

I gave a headshake.

"Okay."

While the individual for whom this was happening sat unaffected, I was sitting with my hands growing extremely cold, my cheeks burning, and my heart feeling like it might burst out of my chest. He was very typical.

Does he not experience butterflies? For myself?

However.

What do you know? I firmly believe that God despises me. Why? Oh! I'm seated between Brody and Sebastian. One of them has a crush on me, and the other person has a crush on me. Suddenly, someone's phone rings, and I glance around to see whose it is.

The music is pleasant.

Let me guess.

'Bejeweled' by Taylor Swift, isn't it?

Oh! Dude, I also have the same ringtone.

Why is the ringtone occupying my attention? Because, except for Sebastian Briggs, everything is fine at the moment.

Hold on. It sounds like my ringtone, doesn't it?

Oh no! I neglected to turn off my phone.

Sebastian seemed to be trying to figure out why I wasn't shutting off the phone since I could feel his eyes on me.

"Please silence whoever's phone it is."

I quickly reached for my phone, turned it off, and whispered a quiet "sorry" that I doubt anyone could hear.

Oh my God! Come with me! Take me to the sky, please!

This is really embarrassing.

"Are you always this clumsy, or is it him sitting beside you affecting you?" Brody was looking in front when his whispering voice came.

I answered, "Are you always this jealous, or is it me sitting next to him affecting you?" without looking at him.

He turned his head to face me, and I turned mine back, staring at him blankly. However, I turned around and looked in the front.

The butterflies in my tummy are definitely not something I'm enjoying.

When the teacher began to take attendance, I looked down at my phone and saw nothing but a random story; I wasn't even reading it, so I didn't even scroll down.

"3372." Sebastian raised his hand in response to the teacher's summons, saying, "Present, Sir."

It hit me at that moment.

Fuck! My turn! It's gone.

The teacher continued after "3372," and I looked up to him.

"It's gone."

No. This time, it wasn't Brody.

That's when my heart stopped.

Sebastian was still sitting upright and gazing straight ahead when I glanced over his shoulder. However, it was him.

I was too surprised. He is aware of my role. In other words, he watches me. I assumed he didn't give a damn about anyone. I believed that he was unaware of my name.

"I'll repeat the roll numbers of those who are absent." After saying that, the instructor started calling out the absentees' roll numbers. "1765," I held up my hand. "Present."

He gave me a 'I have given up on you' look and simply shook his head.

I got up, grabbed my suitcase, and motioned to Brody to allow me room so I could exit. He got up from his chair, and I quickly went to sit on the bench where my buddies were. As I gasped for air, they gazed at me with excitement.

"How did you feel?" asked Margot.

Abby asked: "Did you get buttery-buttery-flies?"

"Are you okay, baby?" asked Dee.

"I am dead, baby," I answered, glaring at him from the front.

Isabel Morgan

"He knows my roll number." For the tenth time that day, I stated it. I had a smile on my lips that had been there since the morning, and my head was resting on Abby's shoulder.

The four of us were sitting at a table enjoying our dinner.

"Cease! Margot remarked, "It's just a roll number."

Abby halted her and began, "No. That is not the point. He is aware of her roll number, which indicates that he either watches her or has tracked her. You can't recall everyone in our class because there are about 80 of us and the roll numbers are complicated.

Del stated, "Yeah, so that means there is still hope."

I gave a joyful nod.

I acted as though I was content and that there was still hope. I understood, however, that there was no hope.

He would have replied to my texts appropriately if he truly liked me, but instead, he acts as though I'm pressuring him.

"I forgot to tell you guys, on my way back from the library, I saw Reign." Del looked at Margot as he said.

Margot has a thing for Reign. Every day after class, she waits for him to catch a glimpse.

"Really!?"

"Yep, and he wore a black tee."

He looks fantastic in a black t-shirt, which is what she finds most attractive about him.

"Why didn't you call me?"

I rolled my eyes. "Lady, your love has driven you insane. Are you aware of how far our hostel is from the library?

"I can do anything for him."

"Anything?" Abby inquired.

"Yeah, of course." "Text him then."

"Are you crazy?" Taking her phone away from Abby, she nearly yelled.

I looked at Abby, and we both shook our heads.

We continued our supper conversations.

"Tell me what's wrong?" As soon as we were in the room, Del started talking.

"Nothing." I shook my head.

"He is noticing you, that's a good sign, yet you look lost."

"I know he won't, and he isn't moving at all. I could only get him to notice me after three months. There are now only three months remaining before the semester ends. I'll be in one region and he'll be in another."

"He's at least taking notice of you. Baby steps. "I said," she said.

I hugged her while sitting on her bed and said, "That's the problem, I don't have time."

"What did you feel today, sitting beside him?"

"Apprehensive. My tummy was churning with butterflies. My face was simply blazing.

She grinned.

I inhaled deeply. "He smells good, by the way."

"Oh, does he?"

I gave a nod.

"But Cheeks, smells like sweat."

She chuckled.

We have decided to call Brody Cheeks. We all joined Abby in calling him that, and I'm not sure why.

"He needs to bathe."

"I agree."

"Tell me about you, what's going on with Shane?" Her lover, Shane, is ten years her senior. I think it's kind of sexy. Dating an older man, you know. The same tale. "He doesn't call." "Some days ago, he did call you, didn't he?"

"It's a long way, bro. He simply isn't ready to comprehend that I have insecurities. He doesn't give me any time at all, even though we are in a long-distance relationship; that is unfair."

She met Shane on Instagram, by the way. He texted her during one of her weakest moments, and she became attracted to him as they began to converse. And during the first week of college, they both started dating.

It's becoming messy now.

"I understand that he has a job and all, but sometimes it makes me doubt him."

Why question him? He has a hectic work, and you don't want to talk on the phone all the time if you're stressed out when you get home."

However, he spends every day with his pals. Is that reasonable? Despite being his girlfriend, I don't believe I'm even on his list of priorities.

"What is meant by that? You do, of course.

"No. That is the issue. She went on to say that she had doubts about him because she believes he is avoiding her. After all, he likes another girl.

I attempted to persuade her, but she already had everything planned out.

The following day, we were seated in our regular seats once more, and the instructor started informing us about the upcoming music concert at our institution.

Mrs. Robinson began, "The largest music event, Symphony Shindig, is being held at our campus as usual. Numerous colleges will participate, and certain bands selected from our campus will also compete."

Then she stepped aside to present us with the "Symphony Shindig" teaser.

When it was over, "I want a duo performance from this section for the opening ceremony."

Mrs. Robinson ignored the half of the class that raised their hands and pulled out her diary.

"Sebastian Briggs?" She gave a call.

Sebastian straightened his posture and got up from his chair, placing both hands in front of him.

"Gosh! Take a look at that ass. I heard Abby whispering.

I could immediately see his ass because he was wearing grey sweatpants, which made it stand out.

I responded, "What do you think I am staring at?" "Pervert." She remarked.

I lightly struck her arm. "Why the hell are you staring at his ass? Don't you have a boyfriend?"

"Quiet, please." Mrs. Robinson gave a reprimand. I sat up upright.

"Mr. Briggs, your band has been selected?" Sebastian was asked.

Yes. Sebastian is the lead guitarist and singer in a band.

Alongside Sebastian, Stanley plays drums, Brody plays guitar, and Ashton is the lead vocalist.

Sebastian gave a nod.

"I want you guys in the music room." She gave an order.

"Yes, Mrs. Robinson."

"You can sit." He took a seat.

"Miss Morgan."

As soon as my eyes grew big, I got up from my chair.

Now, what did I do?

I said, "Yes, Mrs. Robinson?"

"I would like to talk to you." You? Why?

I haven't taken any action.

"Me?" Uncertain if she was referring to the right Miss Morgan, I queried.

"Yes, you, Ms. Morgan. After class, in the music room."

I gave a nod. "Okay." I reclined in my chair.

What was it I did?

"What was that?" Del inquired.

I said with a shrug, "I don't know."

"Are you gonna sing in the opening ceremony?" She inquired.

"Are you insane?" I shook my head. I don't know anything about singing, and I haven't tried out for any auditions."

"Then why is she calling you?"

"Maybe she's misunderstanding me with some other Ms. Morgan."

"Yes. I do not doubt that. "Margot said."

I approached her after class to let her know that she was misinterpreting me.

"Mrs. Robinson!" As she was leaving, I called. She paused and pivoted. I sprinted over to her.

"I believe there is a misunderstanding, Mrs. Robinson. I am being mistaken for someone else by you. I haven't tried out for any contests. I made an effort to clear away.

"You are Isabel Morgan?" She repeated her question.

I gave a nod. "Yes, I am her."

"Then there's no confusion."

"But I haven't auditioned."

"I know your mother, she used to teach music, right?"

I gave a nod. "Yes, she did, but how a-"

"She was my friend in high school. I loved her voice. I want to hear you."

"Me? I'm not very good at singing. I answered.

"I have the last say on that. I'd like to hear you perform. "You have thirty minutes to prepare yourself," she remarked, glancing at her watch.

What the fuck?

As she turned to go, I said, "I don't want to do this."

"Why?" Because I'm afraid of the audience that will be watching me speak.

"I am not a good singer."

"Do you want me to give your mother a call?"

I immediately shook my head.

I'll be killed by that woman! Because she doesn't recall any relationships when it's music. Not even her daughter.

"All right. Ms. Morgan, thirty minutes." She then departed.

Having to go to the music room, I hurried to my pals and ordered them to leave.

Which song ought I to perform?

This is really challenging.

I haven't performed professionally in years. I'm merely a bathroom singer now.

It took me ten minutes out of my thirty minutes to choose the tune I would sing.

I practiced the song for twenty minutes while wearing my earphones.

When I tell my mother that I will be singing at a major campus event, I want to see the joy on her face.

She will be quite pleased with me.

It was 11:30 a.m. when I looked at the time. Fuck! It's already 11:30! By now, I ought to have arrived at the music room.

I sprinted as quickly as I could. However, I had no idea how to go to the music room. I tried to follow the instructions, but they were really unclear. The guard I asked gave me directions that ended in a dead end. No students were present to inquire. This block was incredibly deserted.

I was breathing heavily and losing hope when I heard some noises that sounded like laughter.

The noises were my only hope, so I followed them. Sebastian, Stanley, Ashton, and Brody owned it. They were moving in my direction.

"Can you tell me where the music room is?" I hurried over to them.

Asking this question required a lot of bravery on my part. Why? Because Sebastian was a member of the group, and I had greatly disgraced myself.

I followed Brody to the music room.

"Thanks a lot." I hurried to the music room after thanking him.

I knocked on the door and went into the room, where Mrs. Robinson was sitting by herself.

"I was waiting for you." When she spotted me, she said.

"I was just a bit lost."

"Come in."

I stepped inside and faced her.

"What am I gonna hear from you?"

"There's a song by Olivia Rodrigo... Brutal."

"Oh. That song appeals to me. I'd be thrilled to hear that.

The person I least expected came in when there was another knock on the door.

Briggs, Sebastian.

No!

In front of him, I can't sing. I am unable to.

He's too much.

"You mean Sebastian? For what purpose are you here? Mrs. Robinson inquired.

"I left my guitar capo." That was what he was looking for.

"C'mon, begin." She informed me.

No. Please, not in front of him.

After finding what he was looking for, Sebastian was about to leave when Mrs. Robinson intervened. "Sebastian, I need to talk to you."

"I'll call everyone then." "Oh," he said.

"No," she said. Not them. You sing and you play the guitar, correct?

He gave a nod.

"Take a seat."

Sebastian sat down next to her, staring at me.

No!

I'm not a singer.

I am unable to.

It's okay, I can handle it, she chuckles.

But I can't stand it when he laughs at me. I am unable to.

I was having trouble starting.

You're capable! Viv, I have faith in you!

"Begin." She repeated herself.

With trepidation, I nodded.

His eyes were on me and mine on him for a few seconds.

Then he added, "Mrs. Robinson, I'll be outside," rising from the stool he was perched on. I need to call someone. It will require ten minutes.

"Okay, be back soon."

He simply walked away.

I let out a sigh of relief.

"Begin, Ms. Morgan."

I started singing after nodding.

Alright, I wasn't flawless, but I don't believe it was that horrible.

I performed fairly well.

"I won't say you are a great singer, but you can improve." She remarked.

I smiled lightly at her.

"I believe you're capable. In 3 weeks, Symphony Shindig will take place. By the end of this week, I would like to hear from you.

I gave a nod.

"And you'll be performing in the opening ceremony."

Although I wasn't expecting this, I was glad to hear it-not for me, but because I knew my mother would be pleased.

I'm eager to inform her.

Isabel Morgan

After thanking her, I turned to go when Sebastian came in. I was asked to stay. Sebastian sat next to me on one of the stools, and I sat on the one in front of her.

"Mr. Briggs, your band will be competing in the Symphony Shindig." She inquired.

He gave one nod.

"I want another performance from your side."

"Another performance?"

"Yes."

"Is it for the competition or-"

He started to say something, but she interrupted him. "Not the competition, I want it at the opening ceremony."

No.

I can see where this is headed. And it's not good at all.

Please don't do the duo thing.

I said a mental prayer.

"Okay, we'll prepare a song and present it to you whenever you say," Sebastian answered.

She wants us to perform, sweetie. Not you and your band. "Not with your band, Mr. Briggs." She wants you and me to perform.

Sebastian's brows knitted this time, unable to comprehend her meaning. "Pardon?"

"I want you and Ms. Morgan to perform on the opening night."

Sebastian didn't say anything, just stared at her.

His gaze gradually shifted from her to me, pausing for a few minutes. I assume he was mentally condemning me because... I am hated by Sebastian Briggs. Then he turned to face her again.

"You want me to perform without my band?" He inquired once again for an explanation.

She nodded. "Ashton and Stanley will be performing on the closing night, so I want a favour from you."

"Can they join us in the end?" Sebastian recommended.

"What are you trying to say?"

"She and I will play as a pair, and my band may join us when we finish. In that manner, don't you think it will be enjoyable?

"That seems like a decent one to me. I concur. "Ms. Morgan, do you have any problem with that?" she asked, turning to face me.

Shaking my head, I said, "Of course not."

"Good then, let's do it that way." "Also, I want the songs you're gonna perform within two days," she said, glancing between us.

My eyes got big.

Two days?

Only forty-eight hours?

Just 2880 minutes?

In other words, 172800 seconds. No fuck.

I need more than 172800 seconds to feel at ease with him. Actually, I still can't forget the awkward conversations I had with him after a year.

"Will do that, Mrs. Robinson," Sebastian answered.

Mrs. Robinson got up and walked out of the room. I just sat there waiting for him to say something or make a decision regarding the song. Rather, though, he rose from his chair and made adjustments to his guitar in his back. I got up just as he was leaving.

"Aren't we discussing?" I inquired.

With his back to me, he paused on the route.

"Do your research, I'll do mine, then we can discuss it tomorrow morning." He started to walk away again, but I stopped him.

"Where?"

"In the class, obviously."

"Are we discussing it in front of everyone?" I was a little confused this time.

He turned to look at me this time. My eyebrows went up; I was quite concerned about this. Will we be discussing it with the entire class? I have to assume that he will speak to me in class since he doesn't even smile at me in front of the class.

Oh! Jokes.

"No," he sighed. Early in the morning, we'll talk about it in class. I believe 30 minutes will be sufficient to choose a song, so I can catch the bus and be there by 7:30.

"7:30?" I said it again.

He gave one nod.

"Can we do it after 11?"

"After the first half, you mean?"

I gave a nod. "After 11, you are in the library, so we can talk at that time."

His eyebrows shot up.

Fuck! That wasn't the right thing to say.

I could come out as creepy to him. Or worse, someone who stalks you. "I-I m-mean you s-said once y-you stay in the library during the break." How come I'm stuttering?

I am a complete wreck.

I'm unable to talk to him. When it comes to him, I lose all sense. When it's him, my mind doesn't function!

Oh my God! Who am I?

He slowly understood me by nodding his head from left to right.

"So, after 11?"

"No, 7:30 am, in the class." I must go to bed, bitch.

You expect me to arrive at class at 7:30, but I consistently arrive late for the 8 am lesson. I get up at 7:30, bro. "No. "After eleven, wherever you say." I objected.

"How about 7:30? In class, we can talk about it. The class wouldn't be offered after eleven.

"I simply cannot. In the music room, we can talk about it. I recommended.

"For heaven's sake, you reside at the hostel. At most, you have ten minutes to get to the lesson. "Bitch! I must sleep. "All right, all right. At 7:30, I'll be there.

"Good." Before turning to depart, he said, "Don't be late."

As usual, I hurried to Abby's room after I got back to my hostel to tell her what had happened.

She pulled me inside after opening the door. "Tell me!"

I actually raced from the music room to my hostel, so I attempted to regain my breath.

"Call Margot," I remarked, then sat down on the bed. While sitting on the bed, she called Margot and invited her to her room. Later in the room, I can give Del the entire story.

"What?" After a few minutes, Margot came in, her eyelids drowsy. She made an angry look while sitting on the bed.

As I stood before them, I said, "Ms. Isabel Morgan is performing in the Symphony Shindig."

And their mouths hung open and their eyes grew big. They both couldn't speak.

"What? "Speak up?"

The two exchanged a startled glance before turning back to face me. Eyes looking up and down at me. I received those perverted glances when I attempted to cover my chest with my hands.