cant catch a break (jbff)

chapter 17

After 3 hours of constantly washing and scrubbing my ruined sheets....Yes, sheets, the whore team sprayed them all with useless shit. Most of them saying the following:

Kill yourself.

Whore.

Bitch.

Skank.

Hoe.

Slutbag.

I finally just threw them all away and bought new ones at Wal-mart.

The slutbag one just made me giggle. Sounds like they were desperate for some kind of effect on me. Well, guess what bitches. Crystal fucking Turner doesn't cry in front of anyone. Ever.

At the moment, I was pacing my room. Yes, MY room. Lily hasn't been in here for at least 3 hours. To be honest, I hoped she never would come back. I was kind of nervous to sleep at night...afraid of what they might do to me.

I snapped my head up. Why the hell should I be afraid of THEM? If anything, they should be afraid of me. I narrowed my eyes, my lips pulling into my mouth to form a firm line of anger. I still didn't know the god damn rumor about me and Ryan. 

I'm pretty sure it had something to do with us sleeping together, or something like that. Usually, thats pretty much what every god damn rumor here is about, who slept with who...blah blah blah.

My legs finally gave out, and I plopped onto my newly cleaned bed, slouching slightly. I picked up my phone from the desk next to me, and clicked the home button.

3 new texts!

Anxiety bubbled in my stomach, and I curled my toes into the carpet as I clicked on my messages.

Lily; You are such a fucking liar.

I rolled my eyes at that one. Get over it Lily, damn you are too easily tricked.

Tiffany the Hoe; Hey slutbag! Like our gift?(; KYS.

KYS?! I raised an eyebrow. What kind of saying was that? Kiss your self? Idiot.

Player/Justin; I need to tell you something.

My breath hitched, and I bit my lip. A million assumptions and thoughts raced through my head at that moment. Something was up. Justin knew.

And he wanted to tell me.

I practically ran as I made my way to Justin's dorm. My heart was skipping beats. I was going to find out. He trusts me. I get to know.

I texted him back about 10 minutes later after he had sent me that. Those 10 minutes consisted of anxiety, hair pulling, deep breathes, and slight fear. 

As I turned the corner that lead to his dorm, another panicking thought struck me.

What if he was going to tell me something completely different? What if it had nothing to do with what was going on? 

I closed my eyes, and stopped walking, leaning against the wall. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Stop worrying. Just go.

I quickly made my way to his door, and stood there for a moment, debating. Was I really going to do this?

What the hell Crystal? Do you not want to know why Lily is pissy? Get your ass in there! My subconscious scolded me. I nodded. Okay. This was it.

I slowly leaned forward, and rapped my knuckles against the door.

I heard someone mumble from the inside, and footsteps. The door slowly opened, and I met Justin's, sadly true, handsome face.

"Hey." I said politely, smiling. 

"Hey..." He said, looking down. I raised an eyebrow lightly. His actions were subtle...almost...

Guilty?

My heart lept into my throat as I said, "You...wanted to tell me something?"

Justin's head snapped up, and he nodded, biting his lip and opening the door fully.

"Yeah...uh. Come on in." He said, turning and waiting till I walked in. When I did, he closed the door behind me.

I made my way to the side of his bed and looked at him, sitting on the edge of it. I looked up at him expectantly as he took a seat on Ryan's bed across the room, looking at me.

"Okay...Just....hear me out okay?" He said, his voice slightly rising. I took a deep breath.

"No promises, but I'll try." I said, sending him a smirk before getting serious again.

"Well....you know how Lily kind of hates you now? And how Tiffany loathes you?" He said, looking at me, I nodded.

"Well....I know why. And I'm kind of part of it." He continued slowly, looking at me with those beautiful golden orbs.

My heart sunk as I heard those words. Of course he was part of it...I looked at him again, waiting for him to continue.

"Well...I guess Lily told Tiffany that uh...me and you...with the mansion thing...and the closet thing...and then I kinda....well, confirmed it...and may have twisted the story a bit." He said again, looking at me with guilty eyes.

Fuck. Oh fuck.

"What did you say?" I said cooly, my voice staying calm.

"Well...I said that we....may have....Had secx..when we were locked in the mansion. And Lily and Tiffany believed it....Then Tiffany said that she saw you and Ryan talking and kissing by the cafe emergency exit, and that you had sex later...and that you gave Ryan an STD.." He quickly rushed out, looking away.

I froze in my position, my mouth slightly agape. 

"You....." I trailed off, staring at him.

"Yeah.... and Ryan kinda confirmed that too...So..." He said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

I looked down at the floor, not knowing what to feel. All this happened because of fucking words. Words that are just bullshit. Not true. Fury. I should feel furious. 

I am furious.

My entire body snapped up as I stood, sending him the most evil glare I could muster.

"You let this all happen, and you didn't even try to help me? Or stop it?" I hissed.

"Look, Crystal, I know it seems bad-"

"Bad?! Are you fucking kidding me?" I yelled. "This is absolutely insane! All of this is bullshit! BULL MOTHER FUCKING SHIT." I yelled menacingly. Justin bit his lip, looking away.

I lowered my tone a few octaves, and then murmured, " And you just let this all happen? You really don't even care about anyone else, do you? It's all about you, and your reputation..." I stood up, and he did too.

He reached for my hand.

"No, Crystal it isn't like that anymore...it isn't I swear. Please...just....don't leave me. Stay...I-I'll fix this! We can!" He pleaded looking at me, reaching for my hand again. I stepped back, disgusted. My expression was a mixture between pure disgust and dissapointment.

"I'm done." I whispered, turning to the door and opening it, walking out, and slamming it behind me.

On the inside, I was crying.

But on the outside...

Like I mentioned awhile ago.

No one sees Crystal Turner cry.