I was in the school's dining area eating with some of my friends and people watching. This Goth girl that I sorta knew from high school came in. She went to my school and we know each other but we were never really friends. She had dark hair but since coming to college she had dyed it blood red but it's an obvious dye job but still kinda cool. She was dressed in a tight top and a super short mini-skirt (like the kind most girls would wear over jeans or leggings) that barely covered her ass and big black boots. She got her food and was getting condiments. She kept bending over and bouncing to adjust her backpack and such and she was flashing her underwear to the whole room and didn't seem to care. Apparently she needed something from her backpack because she sat it on the floor and squatted down with her legs spread wide right in front of our table. She really was pretty hot and I couldn't keep from staring. She was wearing black panties with little pink skulls on them.
My friends also noticed and started commenting on what a slut she was and how she's just doing it for attention and that she's probably either a cock-whore or a filthy dyke. (Most of my friends don't know I'm a lesbian). The Goth girl obviously heard us and glared at us as she walked away to find a table.
Anyway we go on and keep chit chatting and then I had class and needed to stop by the bathroom beforehand so I left the table earlier than my friends and went to the bathroom. The Goth girl was in there at the sink washing her hands when I walked in. I ignored her and just went into a stall to pee. I chose the handicap stall because I like the extra room and there's only one handicap girl in the whole school anyway. I get done and wash my hands in the sink in the stall and unlock the door to leave...but she was standing right outside the stall and blocked my exit.
She told me that my friend's comments were very hurtful and we should all be ashamed of ourselves. I thought she was going to beat me up and I've never been in a fight so I was scared and kept apologizing and just trying to get past her to run away. She told me that sorry wasn't good enough and that actions speak louder than words. She said if we thought she was a horny dyke maybe she should start acting like it. She said I needed to be punished.