Erin's P.O.V
P.E. Is torture. Especially for an unfit oaf like me. I'm not fat but when I run I pant like someone who is. And to add to all my hatred of the class, we have to endure the boys calling out stupid things about our boobs and butts while we run.I felt beads of sweat rolling down my forehead as the finishing line -and unfortunately the boys- came into view.
"c'mon tits, don't die before you finish" Eric yelled from the side line, as soon as he had finished his disrespectful chants, I stopped dead in my tracks,span on my heel and yelled "how dare you? I am not an object for your amusement I am a woman. I deserve respect, not to be yelled at and humiliated while I'm trying to run. What on heavens' earth made you think that was acceptable"
"sorry, didn't know you were on your period." He snickered , earning the attention of the people around.
" I AM NOT!" I screeched.
"clear-" he began but was cut off by the boy ( who I recognized as the one who came over and tried to chat me up (ha no chance) in the car park yesterday) who said nothing but "Lay off her brah" in a low husky tone.
"Babe, why do you even care? She's a nobody?" Some preppy blonde girl beside him whined (p.s. I'm blonde I was just stating she is blonde).
" a nobody who's hotter than you" he remarked, smirking as her fake smile dropped. Just as I opened my mouth to reply, the bell rang signalling it was time to get changed and go for lunch.
A/N sorry its so short I don't have alot of time, but I will update tomorrow. Promises
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Erin.
Teen FictionShe was the girl. She was the one. She was his good girl. In Devon's eyes, she was an angel, the beacon of light he's been looking for. !Warning! This story contains violence and some other adult topics. Read at your own risk.
