ARE WE REALLY ENEMIES?

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 10

"Uh, Tyler, do we want to go?" I asked him because I was so angry at Don. "Yes, of course. " We both got up, and I made eye contact with Don as he walked out of the bathroom.

~time gap~

Tyler drove me home, and I went to my room. After a few minutes, Don came into the room.

"Dear? Is everything all right between us?" he asked with a grin. I just ignored him because I hated how he treated me. Like I was just an object that he could own. Fucking bastard!

I pulled myself together and looked at him for a long time. you could see he was confused. I didn't feel like playing his games anymore. From now on I would take control. I laughed easily. He looked at me confused than he was already. "You thought I was serious? Really Don? You're the one who can't stand it for 5 minutes without me. I know exactly that even now you miss my body on yours. As I stroke my hand over your chest and your cock- " Before I could go on, he cut me off.

"Leyla you are a whore and you know it too. Everyone says that. At first I didn't want to believe it, but they were apparently right. You are and will always be a fucking slut."

I couldn't believe what he had just said to me. I'm a whore. He didn't mean that in an erotic way but as an insult. I looked at him with wide eyes and couldn't move. I couldn't see any emotion in his eyes. "Leyla." he said lightly, while he tried to put his hand on my shoulder before I interrupted him: "Don't touch me! Fuck you!" I yelled at him and ran out of the room.

Tears streamed down my puffy eyes. Who else called me a whore? What did he mean by 'they were apparently right' ? How could he be so heartless? When I was almost out of breath I stopped abruptly. I propped myself up on my knees and breathed deeply in and out.

I decided to go to Josephine's room. When I got to her door I hesitated to knock but after a long thought i eventually did. She opened the door slowly and looked at me with a smile that changed into a shocked look.

She looked at me and was about to say something until I started crying again and hugged her. She hugged me and gently ran her hand over my hair. "Everything will be fine, leyla." she said with a small smile. We both went in and sat on her bed. "Leyla, do you want to tell me what's going on?" she asked me in an uncertain tone.

I told her the whole story about Don. "That motherfucker. He has no right to talk about you like that. Fuck him. You're a lot better and if I can assure you one thing it's that you're not a bitch!"

I smiled at her quickly and we hugged again. "Thanks." I said softly. "Don't worry."

From now on I would sleep with Josephine because I didn't feel like running into Don. In the end, I couldn't quite avoid him because he goes to my class. Since I was so lucky, my next subject was biology where the two of us sit together.

I realized that he wasn't there yet. I walked across the classroom and took my seat. The teacher started teaching. Suddenly the door opened. It was Don. He walked slowly to his seat and I saw that he had a black eye. But I was no longer interested. I quickly looked away and concentrated on Teacher.

I noticed that his eyes were on me. He sat down next to me and hissed slightly as he touched his black eye. What has he done now? No Leyla! You don't care!

Don turned in my direction and whispered in a sad tone, "Angel, can we talk please?" He called me angel. He never called me that before. I continued to ignore him. " Please." he said a bit louder. "Don, is there anything you'd like to tell the whole class?" said the teacher. All eyes were on us.

"No." he said while looking at his paper.

I really don't know what to think. What does he want to tell me? He's a bastard. First he calls me a slut and now he wants to talk to me.

The lesson was over. Thank God. I practically ran out of the classroom and went to my locker. I took out all the books I needed for the next class. I closed my locker and turned around. I jumped a little when Don stood in front of me. I rolled my eyes and was about to leave, but he slammed his Hand on the locker.

I was trapped between his arms now. "What do you want Don? You should leave me alone. After all, you don't want to destroy your reputation for my own sake. Because I'm a whore." I said annoyed. He rolled his eyes and said: "Leyla, can we talk privately somewhere, please?" "No." I said sternly.

She was so stubborn. I really had to talk to her. I felt like I was begging her. Never have I ever begged a girl.

I didn't want her to get out of my way anymore so I grabbed her arm and pulled her into a closet. "Don let go of me right now!" she called but I ignored her, as she did. We both stood in the closet and she looked at me. Her big green eyes made me nervous.

"Are you going to talk now or why did you pull me in here?" she said annoyed as she rolled her eyes. I let out a slow breath and she looked at me nervously. She was about to leave until I grabbed her wrist.

"Leyla. I'm sorry I called you a whore. You're not a whore." I said softly while she looked at me. You could tell that she didn't expect it. After a long wait, I continued: "You are special." You are something special? Real Don, you are so stupid! I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore.

"Where does your black eye come from?" she asked me. I didn't know what to answer. Of course I fought because of her. "Is not important." I said. "Don. Tell me why you have a black eye."

"An asshole called you a bitch." I said slowly. I noticed how the expression on her face turned from curiosity to sadness. "Leyla. He's an asshole. You're not a bitch." I tried to explain to her. She grinned slightly while looking at the floor. "Leyla?" "Don, you said it yourself. I'm a whore. Nothing more."

I lifted her chin with my finger and looked at her with guilty eyes. Her eyes were filled with tears. I couldn't look at her like that. I felt so sorry for her. I had no right to insult her like that and now the story with the guy. I hate myself.

She smiled at me and disappeared from the room. I was now alone in the room with my thoughts. I hated myself for what I said and did. It was wrong. She wasn't my enemy.