Ian slander POV
The envelope. What was she saying.
Who the fuck am I to rape?
Who where the boys, how much did she pay them?
Why would she lie?
Why would she ask me to FORGIVE for such lie?
It hadn't even been a week and I've faced the gates of hell. Court rooms, police, being kicked out of my football team and most of all I'm facing the risk of being expelled.
"I have to clean this mess! You bitch! What went through your hormone mind huh?! You raped that poor girl!" My mother screeched.
"I didn't rape her..." I sobbed hiding or trying to hide the fact I was crying.
"You're guilty, fucking twat. I can not believe it even! You raping? Jesus where did I go wrong..." she pulled into the school.
"Nothing mom... please I didn't rape her." I was ready to burst into tears.
"You know what Ian , shut the fuck up. You're only going to make it worse from here. And once we're in that office I don't want a single sob of sorrow! You're dead quiet I'll get you out this situation." She gritted.
I didn't reply. Everything was running through my mind. I just hope that I will find a way to get out this mess of lies.
We walked inside my school and toward Mr Cargos office. Our principal.
My mother politely knocked on the door and a deep clearing of a throat was heard indicating that we could go in and so we did.
"Oh god, Mrs slander..." he shook his head in disbelief.
"I'm even disappointed myself." She peeked a tear.
"Sit down..." he gestures.
We move to the two old wooden chairs that sat in front of his desk.
"Look we loved Ian, he was smart, great on the fields and in fact congratulations of being on first team and to say quiet respecting to the girls of the school..." he carried on his long speech but everything faded and my thoughts took over.
If I could prove that Veronica was just upset that SHE broke up with me. She wanted to ruin me, reck my life over her own selfishness. They could understand I wasn't a rapist. I could never be one, touching a women without consent gave me shivers.
"Sir, give me a month I will have pictures, audios and videos of proof that I didn't rape Veronica west. She's a liar." I blurt.
My mother hit my shoulder.
"What did I tell you." She whispered.
"Mom I'm not letting this lie spread like a fucking wild fire. I'm not going to jail for shit." I glared at her.
"My boy I understand that you feel insane guilt for what you did but I don't think that's responsible-" I cut him off.
"And then I'm right that all this little rape theory was fake and that means your school gets sued for making assumptions about an "rapist" you wouldn't want that right? The truth will come out either way then you are stuffed." I smile.
"I- well then... a month at max." He looked blank.
"Thank you..." I stand up.
"You'll see soon. It's all a lie." I whisper walking out with my mom.
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"what did I tell you..." she tried to say calmly gripping on the cars steering wheel.
We're driving back home. And she hasn't spoke until now.
"I saved myself. And mom you have to start believing me! I didn't rape her!" I try to convince once again.
"We'll that sure is one thing to believe. Those boys huh? They caught you, ain't much to say you didn't there. They told the principal." She glared at me through the windshield.
"She paid them." I shook my head.
"With what money! She's poor Asher and to pay people to lie for you is a lot Asher." She scoffed.
"That's what I'm going to figure out! Who are those boys, how much where they paid and who Veronica is!" I explained.
"Asher this could go wrong then you're stuffed. I'll stay back, but if you're lying I'm disowning you." She spat harshly.
I felt somewhat upset. My own mother would disown me.
The word sunk in and I wondered my mind out the window.
That's when I spotted my first clue. One of the boys where walking.
My hand tapped my moms shoulder as my eyes never left the boy.
"pull over. Pull over right now!" She didn't even think she pulled over and quickly I jumped out rushing towards the boy.
His head turned around and noticed my bolting speed toward me. Also to mention that he clearly recognized me.
His eyes widened and he started running.
"Don't fucking run you asshole!" I screamed.
"I just want to ask a question!" I speed up a bit.
He didn't stop, he made things more difficult.
Turning corners and jumping over small bridge gaps. But it didn't take me to long to catch up.
I hooked my hand on the back of his shirt and yanked him back tripping us both over.
I quickly climbed on top and held a good grip of his shirt.
"Don't hurt me! Please don't hurt me!" He whimpered.
"I can't you fool. Who are you? Why'd you do it? How much were you paid?" Calm down one question at a time Ian.
"Fuck you." He spat.
I lift my my hand into a fist."thought you didn't want to get hurt huh?"
"Ok! Ok, I'm an old worker for Veronica. My name is Thomas and I wasn't paid I was hired yet again for a stupid bet."
Bet? Worker?
"What the fuck..." I thought.
This is definitely a point to start at...
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