Savage Days for the Gentle

Chapter 6: Meaning of PMS

Hiii again! It's been a month since I haven't updated the story. SIncerest apologies for that! But, here we start another chapter that'll spice up your curiosity. Enjoy!

I heard Naomi screaming in the room. I turned over seeing Jake being kicked out and slammed. I guess Naomi is experiencing one of the symptoms. I approached him and said, "Please be fond of her. She's PMSing." He gave me a strange look, it seems he does not know what I meant by PMS. I've been there, don't worry. "It's okay! Girls are scary on their savage days." He simply remarked. I giggled because of that dramatic description.

"Look at that hell." He commented while crossing arms. "Indeed, someone wants to kill a girl for her womanness." I also commented. "I don't think it's about murder-" Jake continued, and we finished in unison, "but is to become sensational." This guy knows it! He understands the stigma of a normal stage in girls. I also explained my proposition that it was Carol and her friends who set up this whole scenario. I really wanted to pull her hair by the roots, but I felt pity for her. What's her reason to destroy me or us girls?

Jake held my hand and advised me, "You need to do this with me." Selling napkins to girls publicly? I find it unusual, but like it is, let us normalize periods. "So, how is it done?" I asked fervently.

He dragged me to the school building, specifically in the classroom. What about Rainee and Naomi? The blood? I also thought we will be in one-on-one consultation, but Ms. Sweeny will be sitting down with us. She was quietly waiting on my desk, gazing at the shining sun with busy cars roaming. Jake caught her attention as we settled on an operation plan to minister the students, despite their gender.

"Our target is not only the females, but male students are also the focus group of these products." Mrs. Sweeny suggested. It's more on fixing the mindset of students, especially for Carol, who still denounces periods. "Yes, I am now promoting more essential products for the ladies, and brochures for men." Jake mentioned as he presented a bag of napkins, a tube, painkillers, and a cotton stick. Woah, these two items are new. "May I know what that tube and stick is?" I curiously questioned. Jake and Ms. Sweeny exchanged faces with each other. Sigh, I need to tell them my condition too, but not now.

"Oh, the tube is the menstrual cup and the stick is called a tampon." Jake explained concisely. I simply nodded to be careful of my words. "How do you use those?" I asked to avoid slipping my secret at the wrong time. "Umm, were you never taught by your mom or teacher?" Ms. Sweeny asked back. Great, Reese, you've messed up. You added hints for them to know that deepest web of yours. You know what, just give up hiding and say it to the face.

"Umm, I have something to share with you that no one else should know." I wanted to explain why I'm not aware of a cup and tampon. "What is it, Reese?" Jake asked as he placed his hand on my shoulder. "I....never got.... my period yet." I closed my eyes, confessing the core of my body. I don't want to look at them, just want to pass away now. I promised to say it only for my roommates, nobody else.

Please fade me away! I hate talking and asking questions. Then, I felt a dumbbell in my chest. Huh?! Should they be first surprised and walk away? No, I need to shoot myself from the window and hope to desist. Why slip your mouth, Reese?!

"Umm shall I ask what happe-." Jake raised an eyebrow. "Why though?" Ms. Sweeny wondered, taking a sip of her coffee. Well, a subtle question to mock me, yes! You guys did not need to know, but here we are with my stupidity of pouring my soul upon your hungry minds. "I- I don't know, it's just that I'm lucky to have nothing to stress about. But yeah, I am fine." I assured them. They looked more depressed with me having no idea if it's harmful to be pure.

"Have you been talking to your doctor about it?" Ms. Sweeny concerned. "No, for now. Actually, I consulted with my former teachers about it." I explained quickly. They took a deep breath and Jake merely asked, "You sure about it?" The heck is with this guy?! Yes, I'm totally alive and kicking. MS. Sweeny suddenly caressed my hands. "I'm sorry if I have not known you yet. Please do let me know your current situation since I'm your teacher." she compassionately said. Thank you for your kindness and a warming heart, but I'm totally fine.

I can not be seen as a different person from other girls out there. I should become one of them by partnering with Jake. It is for the best of each and everyone here. I was about to reply to her that I appreciate her concern, but then we heard a deep scream from outside. "HOW DARE YOU!!!!" We all shoved the items in our bags to observe what was going on. Jake departed first, then Ms. Sweeny ran down the stairs with her mug, while I was behind them. The sound came from downstairs since it was clean on the second floor.

I followed Ms. Sweeny who was stumbling around as she carried a lot of stuff, then abruptly halted. When I looked to my right, there I saw Naomi injured on the ground, and Carol freezing in a left wing position. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!