Hailey pushes me into the girls bathroom right as I break into anther fit of sobs. I don't know who took these pictures, but it's highly embarrassing and not to mention what Gavin said. The worst part was he had no remorse after he said it. Watching me crumple in front of him should at least make him feel the slightest bit guilty. I didn't do anything wrong. It's not like he and I were even dating. We went on one date! Last time I checked that doesn't mean your automatically in an exclusive relationship.
"Shh, it's okay. I'm sure he didn't mean it," Hailey pats my back soothingly. I turn around to face her, feeling anger boil inside of me. Of course he meant it! If he didn't why the hell would he say it?!
"Hailey, he did mean it! He looked straight into my eyes and told me. He didn't even look guilty after," I scowl at her with tears coming down my face.
All she does is sigh while I try to get my tears under control. It's like a river.
"Are you ready to go back out there?" I'm about to say no, that I want to go home and cry a lake to drown my brother in for not helping me! And then I'll drown myself.
"I guess," I say instead. She'd probably think I'm a complete psycho if I told her what I was thinking, but then again probably am.
Hailey nods before grabbing my hand and leading us out of the bathroom. I try to wipe the remaining tears on my cheeks away, but I already know that my face will remain blotchy until I find some alternate solution for getting life back into my body.
Even though we have about three minutes to get to class there are still students dollying around in the hallway as I walk out. They all turn to stare and I take that as my cue to duck my head and hide my face with my hair. If I can't see you, you can't see me. Unfortunately, I don't think that's true.
"Would you stop trying to cover your self up?!" Hailey whisper-yells in my ear.
I mumble an apology before we both head to our first hour with the whole student body staring at us. Deja vu.
We walk into class right on time, making everybody stare at us, again. I swear, the next person who stares at me I will personally punch them in the eye ball. Manners!
"Miss Demers and Miss Duffy, so nice of you to join us," Mr. Shumbara sasses. Okay, what the fuck? We're not even late, the bell won't ring for another minute. Old people, shaking my head. I make sure to keep my eyes trained on the floor so I won't have to meet Gavin's scrutinizing gaze.
Class begins a MINUTE later, nope I'm not going to let that 'minute thing' go. Anyways, I was closely paying attention to Mr. Shumbara's lecture on The Giver when a waded up piece of paper hits me. I look behind me go see a few boys covering their mouths with their hand while they snicker.
Picking up the paper I open it up to read the words that are scribbled across the lines.
You're a slut!!
Wow, although it's really vague it tugs on my heart strings a little. At least they know proper homonyms for 'your and you're.'
"Just ignore them," Hailey whispers and eyes the note in my hand. I nod my head and put the paper in my bag so no one will see it.
Again, at thirty minutes into class another wad of paper hits the back of my head, I try to ignore it until I here whistles and 'pssts' coming from the girls behind me. Getting slightly agitated I grip my pencil harder and continue to jot down notes in my notebook.
"Slut." someone whispers. "Whore." Another one. "Prostitute." Okay, how can I be a prostitute when I'm sixteen?
The last one really gets to me though. Sure, the other ones have gotten me angry considering they don't know the whole story, but this one is just plan rude and incorrect. These two words have the power to set me off...
"Sex addict!" That's it!
I abruptly stand up from my chair making it fall over in the process, and turn to the guys in the back. "Would you shut the hell up?!"
"Is there a problem, Miss Duffy?" Mr. Shumbara asks me looking quite pissed off at me for disrupting his lecture. No one fucking cares about the metaphors in The Giver, egg head!
"Sit down," Hailey whispers to me, her voice pleading. But I've had enough for one day, actually, I've had enough for my whole life.
"No! I will not sit down! You," I say pointing to the boy sitting in the middle of the group with a Varsity jacket on and swooning brown hair. He raises his hands up in surrender, although there is still a smile on his pink lips. "Don't even know the whole story. You get what you know from the rest of the school.
"Gavin and I weren't even dating for gods sake! We went on one fucking date and all your messed up minds think that that's some kind of commitment! Well guess what? It's not."
At this point I don't even care if I'm making a scene and a fool out of myself. I will not sit here and let people walk all over me. No way! I was raised to stand up for myself, to not be a doormat for people. Sue me!
"Are you done, Bella?" Mr. Shumbara asks, snootily.
"No, I'm not done. And you," I look over in Gavin's direction and my eyes soften along with my voice. "I'm sorry if you thought I wanted more with you then what I gave, but that doesn't give you the right to call me names!" I'm suddenly highly angry at him when thinking of the hurtful words he spat at me.
"I'm finished," I sigh and pick up my stuff walking towards the door where the bald teacher is waiting. He hands me a green skip to the office as I walk out, but not before I here someone speak.
"Sorry, too." I can distinctively make the voice out to be Gavin's and my heart only breaks a tad bit more. Well, I'm getting detention, my mom is going to be furious at me, and I'll most likely be the most unwanted girl in the school. Awesome life!
%*%*%
As I suspected I get a week of detention for class disturbance and profanity used. Oh please! I'm positive people swear ten times worse than I do.
I'm thinking of skipping when I look up, as I walk to my locker, at Richard leaning against it. His hands are in his front pockets and his face looking flustered.
"What are you doing out of class?" I question him emotionless. I really don't have time to deal with him. It's not that I'm blaming him, I just don't want to talk to anyone of that family right now.
"Bella! Look, I'm so sorry! If I would've known it would blow up like this, I never would've kissed you," he explains frantically looking anxious and disoriented.
"It's not your fault, you didn't know your brother and the entire student body would freak out like this," I snap. Not necessarily at him just in general. I'm angry at the situation and I'm angry at the thought of it. Someone deliberately did this and I hate feeling invaded.
"Bella... If I could take it back I would. I'm sorry." He would take it back?
"Richard..."
"No, I think we should just take a break from...this. For you, of course, I shouldn't have dragged you into this." And with that he walks away leaving me dazed and confused.
So now I have no one. My best friend left me along with my brother and someone who I can't exactly describe to have a relationship with specifically.
It'll get better. I try to tell myself, yet I don't feel any better.
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