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35.)

Kiara:

"Who tf makes a sex tex, dumb ass hoe lol"

"Hey real talk... if you and Chris don't work out hmu"

"Kiara Kardashiannnnn"

"Bitch! Ur moans sound so pretty wtf"

I physically cringed at the last message and deleted them all from my DM requests. I'd been getting so many messages from burner accounts, though I knew they were people from school. With spring break finally almost over, I was emotionally torn. I didn't want to face people, but I couldn't stay another minute in my house.

My mom was never home and barely spoke to me when she was. I never thought the house could feel even colder than it had in the past. I felt so alone. I hardly went on social media, because of the messages I'd been getting, and I wasn't allowed to leave the house. Chris and I had to cancel our plans to go to Busch Gardens and the beach, and I wasn't allowed to physically see him for the entire duration of spring break. All we did was FaceTime and text whenever possible.

It was Sunday, the night before school started back up. Principal Karr had called and said that Chris and I were on interim suspension until the conclusion of our hearing with the school board. It had been decided that the matter would be handled by some committee, who would then determine both if it needed to be taken to Juvenile court and whether or not Chris and I would be expelled. The board had convinced our families not to get lawyers involved, unless it got that far. My mom, myself, Chris, and his parents were getting together for dinner to discuss how to move forward. It was going to be the first time I'd seen my boyfriend in nearly 10 days... and we lived right beside one another.

Despite the circumstances, I was excited to see Chris. I missed him so much, it was painful. Since nobody seemed interested in hosting the gathering, we decided to meet at a Thai restaurant.

I quickly did a fairly natural look for my makeup, then unwrapped the silk scarf around my hair. I then pulled out my clip and let my freshly silk pressed hair fall down to my waist. I lightly ran a comb through it, before moving to my closet to get dressed. I put on a fitted red dress with creme colored heels. I grabbed my bag and went to meet my mom downstairs, since she said we were riding together.

I finally made it down the steps to see my mom sitting on the couch. She looked up at me, then back down at her phone.

"Go change."

"M-ma'am?" I was confused. She was the one who had bought me the dress. I didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"Did I stutter? Go. Change."

I swallowed back the lump in my throat and went back up the steps to my room. I didn't even want to think about how much it hurt, and instead chose to simply focus on the task of finding a new outfit. I settled for a yellow off shoulder top and some dark jeans with the same heels, then pulled my hair up into a high ponytail before I went back downstairs. I noticed the door was slightly cracked, and my mother was nowhere to be found. I went outside to see her boss's black Porsche in our driveway. I tried not to look so surprised, though I didn't know he would also be coming. My mom was standing beside the shotgun door, waiting for me.

"Come on, we're running late."

I readjusted the strap on my bag and walked down the sidewalk to the vehicle. I slipped into the backseat and shut the door. My mom's boss turned around and smiled at me.

"Nice to see you again, Kiara."

I nodded at him. "Hello, Mr. Ingrid."

"You know you can call me Edward." He said to me, as my mom got into the car. He rubbed her arm before pressing a sweet kiss on her cheek.