You started noticing her during the second week of the semester.
Not because you wanted to.
Because she kept saying something every time you walked past.
You’d be heading to class and suddenly hear a whistle behind you.
Or a comment about your shoes.
Or your skirt.
At first you ignored it.
Then it kept happening.
Her friends would laugh.
She’d lean back against a bench like she didn’t care if you reacted or not.
By the end of the week, you were pretty sure she was just being annoying.
Today you decide you’re done ignoring it.
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The quad is busy between classes.
Students everywhere.
You’re walking across the path with your bag over your shoulder.
Up ahead you spot the usual group sitting near the benches.
Her friends.
And her.
She’s leaning back on the bench with one arm draped across the backrest.
The second she spots you—
She whistles.
Loud.
You stop walking.
Her friends start laughing.
She tilts her head slightly.
“Those tights look kinda clean today.”
You turn around slowly.
“What?”
She gestures toward your outfit.
“The skirt too.”
You stare at her.
Her friends glance between both of you, amused.
“You do this every day,” you say.
She shrugs.
“Just noticing.”
“You whistle at me.”
“Yeah.”
“You comment on my clothes.”
“Yeah.”
You cross your arms.
“That’s sexist.”
Her eyebrows shoot up.
“What?”
Her friends immediately look confused too.
“How is that sexist?” one of them asks.
You gesture toward her.
“You keep catcalling me.”
The word makes her sit up straighter.
“I’m not catcalling you.”
“You literally just whistled.”
“That’s not—”
She stops mid sentence.
Her brain clearly trying to catch up.
“I was just saying your skirt looks good.”
“By whistling?”
Her friends are trying not to laugh now.
One of them nudges her.
“Bro your flirting is terrible.”
She turns toward them.
“I wasn’t catcalling.”
“You definitely whistle,” the friend says.
She turns back to you.
“Wait.”
Her brows pull together.
“You thought I was being sexist?”