I bumped into Athena again after art class. Her eyes immediately went to the damp spot on the front of my blouse. "What happened?"
"Oh, I spilled some paint on it and had to wash it off. I hope the stain doesn't set. How was Spanish?"
"Same old." Athena leaned against the locker next to mine. "What's with your brother? He's acting kinda creepy."
"Why? What's he doing?" I looked down the hall and spotted my brother lurking in a doorway, furtively looking at the students passing him by.
"I caught him looking at my chest as I was walking to you. The pervert's just staring at every woman walking past him." Athena pulled up the top of her shirt, frowning. "I didn't know your brother was like that."
"He isn't. Not normally." Looking back, it did seem like Jon was only watching the female students. It looked like he was also mumbling to himself as well. Weird. "Whatever. Boys will be boys. Ready to go to math?"
"Sure am." I grabbed my books and started walking. Athena matched my stride, holding her textbooks against her bare chest. "I'm glad the weather warmed up today. We'd be freezing otherwise."
I nodded. For the past ten years, our school had a weekly tradition during the warmer months. Topless Tuesdays, as they were called, was something every female student took part in whenever they could. Sure, they got stares from the boys, but Zoe didn't mind the attention.
"Good thing today was a Tuesday. I spilled some paint on myself during art. I'm glad I didn't ruin another shirt."
"Good timing," Athena replied as we arrived at our math class.
