𝕐/𝕟 is a hopeless romantic with a serious curiosity for the more lustful side of life. Yet she never lets anyone get close to her, at least not in that way. A ticking clock that counts down to the day she is married off in a business deal has her...
I felt my vision turn red and my fist ball up. I turned around and saw the boy from yesterday, I walked past him and left the room. I was so fucking angry I walked towards the school gym. I entered the locker room and threw my bag into a locker and put on my sports bra and a tank top. When I reached the main floor I wrapped my hands with bandage wrap. I placed my headphones on and started blasting music. It helped me drown out the outside world. I loved the feeling of the music moving throughout my entire body. Beating the bag to the beat of a song. My fist pummeled into the bag, over and over and over again. The song changed again but this time, it was our song. Rage, anger, murderous intent, all things I wanted to do to my father. The man who keeps me from Tristan. My fists flew into the bag, my legs syncing in combo until my body went limp and I plopped down on the floor panting, tears blurring my vision. I forgot that other people were there, they were staring but I couldn't hear anything and I didn't want to. I stood up and walked myself back to the locker room and showered finally taking the headphones off. The sound of silence was almost more deafening than my music. I stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around me and drying myself off. I threw my clothes over the bathroom door and closed it behind me letting the towel drop to the floor as I clothed myself. The same baggy hoodie and sweatpants comfort over fashion any day. My old friends used to push me to wear skin-tight dresses and crop tops, it was so revealing and I felt all my flaws pop out. I wasn't the standard girl. I was taller and bigger I had love handles and big thighs that made me self-conscious. They always told me I looked great, but if someone buys you nice things you're gonna tell them they look nice. I slid down the wall and sat on the bathroom floor placing my head between my knees. "Why can't I just be normal?" I whispered.
I walked out of the school messaging Tristan.
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I laughed a little and put my phone back in my pocket so I could safely cross the street. I sat down at the bus stop and just waited for the bus to show up. It only took a couple of minutes until it was parked right in front of me. A couple of students stepped off then I grabbed my bag and chose my seat at the back of the bus. The glass was cold as my head leaned against it closing my eyes. A voice at the front of the bus hollered that someone else was trying to catch the bus. That was my cue to put my headphones on and drown out other conversations.
•••••••••• I made it just in time, well not actually I think someone saw me and told the bus driver. I watched to doors close for a minute then open again. I scanned around the bus for her but I couldn't see her. I went row by row looking into every seat until I reached the back. There she was, it looked like she was almost hiding. She had her headphones in and her head rested against the glass window. I sat down next to her putting my bag on my lap. She turned to face me a look of annoyance, no maybe confusion on her face. She took her headphones off draping them around her neck. "What are you doing here? You have a car?" I was next to her but I didn't know what to say. She was going to be my wife soon and there were things I know about her that she hasn't told anyone. "Are you just gonna sit there mute?" She said. "A bit feisty today aren't we?" I finally said. "Well yeah, today has been pretty awful." "I think I could potentially help with that," I said winking at her. A blush crept onto her face and she became flustered. "I-i-" she stumbled around her words. It made me think about some of her less depressing journal entries. She would talk about how she wanted to experience such sexual fantasies and would follow up with short stories of passionate ahem lovemaking. Even with all the stories though she'd never had her first anything. I laughed thinking about how it would be me to give it to her. "What are you laughing at?" She said embarrassed. "Relax princess I didn't mean anything like that." I unzipped my bag and pulled out her notebook. A look of disbelief and happiness spread across her face, it was then followed by my fear. She snatched it out of my hand and stared at me. "Why-I mean how? Did you read it?!"
I didn't know how to respond I felt my hand rub the back of my neck out of fear. I knew I shouldn't have read it but I'm glad I did. I grabbed her chin and locked her eye contact, placing my spare hand on hers.
"I'm sorry y/n. I'm so so sorry."
"You read it didn't you?" She said in a sadness I thought would be anger. I let go of her face and lifted the hem of her shirt to reveal the swollen red tattoos on her hip. She pushed me away and pulled down her shirt. "Who do you think you are?!" She yelled, angry this time. I looked at her and stiffened. "You're fiance"
