Juliet, no Romeo.

I'm a Fat Slut.

"Hey darling," Montee approached me at the back of the school, three pm on the dot. We, unfortunately, we're stuck retrieving balls for the bitch boys of the soccer club—this including Brayden Sebastian Laurence.
"Hey loser," I greeted back. He feigned offence by holding his hand to his chest and imitated a grimace, "Oh, how you hurt me so, my dear Sophie." Mr. Spider was so melodramatic.
"Yeah, yeah. Now let's just get this over with before I stab myself in the eye with a pencil from my pencil case." Maybe I was the melodramatic one.

We trudged over to the back oval and there greeted a herd of sweaty man-children. I locked eyes with a certain brunette one and the shock on his face was rather amusing.
"Team!" The coach, Mr. Morrison, yelled, summoning all the boys to huddle around. "Today we have two little helpers: Montee and Sophie. Mrs. Stamos told me to keep an eye on them, so if they do anything let me know." And that was it, Brayden Sebastian Laurence was now informed by the coach himself that me and Montee Kook had been fraternising. Great. I mean what else did I expect? Yet I was sure that Brayden Sebastain Laurence would turn that into some form of pity party for himself.
"Ready to fondle some balls?"
"Fuck off, you spider."

"Did you hear that?" I heard a whisper from my left. "Ready to fondle some balls?" Some fucking annoying homosapien was mocking Mr. Spider. How rude of them as they had no right to as sweaty man-babies.
"I bet she sure would like to." My stomach dropped. I checked my surroundings for any other human being around me that even closely resembled that of the female species, though I could not; they were talking about me. I needed to vomit.
"Yeah, I used to call that slut my girlfriend." Fuck, fuck, fuck. Push it down, down, down.
"No wonder you got out of that shit. I mean, look at her. She's so humiliatingly pudgy." Pudgy? Fat. I need to vomit. Push it down. Down, down, down. I'm fat. I'm a slut. I'm a dumb bitch. Keep your fucking food down. I was spiraling.
"Hey darling, are you okay?" Montee reached out to me, and guess what I did? I flinched. I flinched while Montee was trying to comfort me. Add to the list a soulless asshole.

The soccer boys began to chuckle with Brayden Sebastain Laurence–laughing like their lives depended on it. I just couldn't take it. Tears ran down my face and before I could stop myself, I vomited–on my nice, new shoes, too. I needed to get out of this suffocating place, and so I ran.

I'm not sure if Montee was yelling after me, the coach was screaming at me, the soccer boys were calling me a fucking emo bitch, or if that was all just my imaginaton. All I knew is that I needed a bathroom, quick.