Meeting Deena

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1994

"What do you mean? I was at the dorm with Deena? Are you seriously trying to pin her murder on me?" I gasped, placing my hand on my chest in complete disgust. Why would I try to murder a low-life farm girl who hasn't even been to the city once in her life? Her split ends were atrocious, I wouldn't have killed her, I would've let her come with me to a hairdresser. Yes, she was annoying. But I would never do something like that. "I'm not saying anything else until my dad gets here, now let me out, I feel stuffy." I whined as I rose from my seat, the police officer sighed before moving to open the door for me. I strut out of the door and looked around the gloomy office for a telephone box and found one attached to a missing person board. I looked at the eerie pictures and cringed, god, how are they gonna let them be pinned up there with their hair like that? That's such a lawsuit, literally. 

I yanked the phone and bashed the numbers into the dial pad, I waited for the line to connect– and it did. "Dad?" I yelled.

"Oh! Y/N? Sweetie, why are you calling all the way from Sunnyvale?"

"Dad, I'm at the police station and they're trying to pin a murder on me for no reason! I can't help being skinny, rich and hot? Is that such a crime?" 

"They're WHAT?" He shrieked in complete shock. "I'm coming down there right now."

"Thanks, dad! I'll see you soon, give them hell." I smirked as I threw the phone behind me to hit the wall, I strut into the waiting area and sat down patiently. After a while my father came bursting through the door, accompanied by his security guards.

He looked around for me frantically, the sweat beads forming on his forehead, his chest and stomach bursting through his tight business suit. "Y/N? Oh!" He stalked over to me. "Y/N! Are you okay? Did they touch you?" 

"No, dad! I'm fine. Can you please tell them to fuck off?" I whined as I pointed towards the greasy police men who were frantically trying to tidy the area in my fathers presence. 

"Sir! It's a such pleasure to have you come in!" One of the officers said.

"Oh, shut up, Jimmy!" My father cried. "How dare you bring my daughter in here in a state of shock, without an attorney, and try to pry things out of her. A minor? How dare you? Why bring her into a large department filled with men? Alone?"

"No! Sir, you're getting this all wrong–"

"Did I build this department for incompetent police men like yourselves to parade and yank random children in for questioning? No. Now if I were you I would continue your daily activities before you start losing badges. Thank you! Y/N, get to the car."

I smiled while I arose my chair, I turned to face the police and I grinned widely. I watched as they placed their distasteful gazes on me. "Just to let you know, you guys are kind of useless– and ugly... Au revoir!" I exclaimed as I strut out the door, the security guard holding the door wide open for me. I stepped out and felt the cold Sunnyvale air hit me, I shivered. I looked around and let my eyes land on a familiar group of high school students. How could I not recognise that menacing blue cheer uniform– Sunnyvale High Sluts. The preppy high schoolers pranced out of a store with shopping bags in hand and began to exchange laughs and shout sentences at each other in glee. I realised how I realised how rough I looked, my clothes were dirty and the last time I used my credit. One of the girls spotted me across the road and pointed towards me. I felt this weird feeling– I was anxious, but I also felt like the whole street had eyes on me. Every car passing by was peering at me, when I knew they weren't. I scratched my nape and did what I do best; start shit. I waited for the road to clear and began to strut to the other side. As I got closer I heard one of them speak. "Wait? Is that Y/N? She looks like she just fought for her life in one of the 'stan's..."

"The 'stan's?" Another asked, confused.

"You know! Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iraqistan-"

"Shut up, Brenda! Janet is coming." They all straightened their backs and the shop door flew open to expose my arch enemy, Janet Hills. The fucking bitchiest bitch of them all. At our last cheer competition she spread a rumour I stole her shoes– and she was right, but I denied it of course. I had to throw her off her course, though it was the cheapest looking pair of shoes ever. She retaliated by fucking my boyfriend at the time whose name I forgot. Janet stood in shock as she stared at me, mouth gaping open.

"Careful, Janet. You don't want anymore dicks 'accidentally' slipping into your mouth." I sneered while crossing my arms and looking her up and down. Her long chestnut hair fell onto her shoulders, her large brown eyes pierced me.

"Oh, so the Shady-side whore speaks?" She laughed, looking at her friends who were also giggling.

"Oh! Yes, she does. Don't be talking so bold, Janet, remember I could buy your whole house and make extensive love with your father all in the span of 48 hours." I stated checking my acrylics, the gasps rippled throughout her little group of minions.

Janet stood there, obviously trying to figure out what to say. "Well rumour has it you're a fag now, so..."

"Y/N! What're you doing? Let's go!" My dad yelled out to me but I was too much in a state of shock to reply.

I choked up, how did she know already? That same fear I was thinking about all those times I was deep in the closet crept up and attacked my ego like a lion stalking its pray. This is exactly the feeling I was dreading to have, the feeling of knowing how no one fears me or respects me anymore cause I'm gay. I froze up, I didn't know what to do or what to say. But then I thought about, they can't do shit to me if I embrace it.