*Warning: Sexual themes featured up ahead*
I despise the atrocity deemed as Harington and all its privileged frequenters alike.
Head bowed in shame, I enter the bustling campus, feeling everyone's gazes on me, despite knowing that it's likely improbable.
Slipping past the main entrance, hushes, laughter and giggles, are quick to draw my attention, as teachers frantically usher their students back to class, some gawking on their way, entranced by something unbeknown to me.
Lifting my gaze from the seamless tiles, dressing our path, It's obvious what the commotion is all about. Copies, hundreds of them, as far as the eyes can see, consisted of three individuals, naked, a literal porn scene.
The images depict two men and a woman. While the men's faces are scribbled out by a sharpie, the girl's own is left clearly on display, though her original face seems to have been opted for a cut out, instead.
Upon closer inspection, as students are busy shoving and pushing one another, hoping to snap a picture of a wall entirely covered with them, I nearly faint, as I make my way to the front of the hurdle.
There, for the world to see, is a familiar face on display. The one plastered on the girl's naked body, the one everyone wishes to capture and humiliate, the one who's at the center of this ludicrous uprising, is me.
I represent the girl in the pictures.
She's contorted, ecstasy eminently oozing from her vulgar stance, as she takes her partners both by the mouth and the rear, and I feel my life literally about to cease.
"Wait, that's the chick in the pic?" Someone beside me hushes, without bothering to even mask their voice.
"No way, the pornstar's a student at Harington?" Someone else remarks, almost incredulously.
"Brian, you lucky son of a b*tch..." he then mutters to himself, clenching my heart.
"She probably sucks dicks like a pro..."
"It's the innocent ones that play dirtiest..."
"She's not half bad, now that I get a better look at her..."
"Boys are such suckers for the virgin type, it's despicable..."
"She probably carries a bunch of STDs"
"Do you think she'd be willing to reenact the pic, I'm down if you are..."
Comments, each more staggering and treacherous than the last, overwhelm my senses and my anxiety soars through the roof, in the most unconventional way.
I need to get some air, but my feet won't allow me to budge. I'm shaking, near the brink of convulsing. Everyone's peering at me, everything is spinning, their sharp words pierce me, as would pointed daggers and I feel as if I'm about to lose my f*cking mind.
"Hey, nice ass. How about we work something out. I'm pretty big, I'm sure you would enjoy me..." someone suddenly moves away a couple of strands, before whispering into my ear.
Without thinking, I turn around, mustering my rage, embarrassment and everything in between, into one focal point, and with a primitive growl, I shove the guy with all my might, landing him a seat on the ground.
If nobody knew who I was before, they now have a pretty good idea, as the commotion dies, all unwanted attention, now directed at me.
"Damn baby, rough in the sheets as well? I don't mind..." the guy on the ground chuckles, wiping his lips, riling the crowd of spectators, who use this opportunity to snap a dozen more pictures, adding to my humiliation.
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The Wish
FantasíaEighteen years old Freya has never gotten it easy in life; having to cope with her insufferable stepmother, who couldn't care less about her existence, to raising her optimistic sister, ignorant of the blights in the world, and being a prime target...
