The Wish

☆Chapter 12: Secrets kept, Anguish met

The wild clamor seems to have died and they're fewer pictures on the walls than there were this morning. Nonetheless, whispers and dirty looks still follow me around and the discomfort is as prominent as ever before.

In the midst of retrieving a textbook for my upcoming lecture, I feel someone yanking my hair viciously, hauling me onto the lustrous floor.

Everything temporarily sways and my vision becomes distorted. The sight of people gasping, while others cover their mouths, in a poor attempt to mask their laughter, as if my fall was a comedic number, is all I can retain and maybe they're right. I can acknowledge this dilemma appearing as a big circus act.

Gradually, white noise obstructs my hearing, and while attempting to stand, my eyes land on a girl with brown, wavy hair, her arms folded in front of her chest. Beside her are two girls, probably friends of hers, peering down, with equally venomous gazes.

They move in front of my locker, with the interior left on full display, and I pray to god, no funny ideas cross their minds.

"Are you the b*tch who kissed Brian?" the brunette sternly demands and I feel my pulse racing, as I clear away the fog in my eyes.

They're like a lame version of Bri and her clique, all of them, donning mini skirts, colored nails and hairdos, that are so intricately overdone, you'd think they're coming from an audience with RuPaul himself.

"Are you going to answer or continue staring like a f*cking whore?" the girl spouts, scoffing bitterly, as I give her the finger.

"You think it's okay, prancing around, kissing other people's boyfriends, like some bimbo? Aren't you ashamed? Feeling so deserted, you'd even mooch off others" The brunette further spews, eliciting a few entertained gasps, as the redhead beside, reaches to rub her shoulder.

"Sluts lack dignity and class, that's why they spread their legs to anyone for a quick buck and a cheap f*ck."

There are so many things that I wish to say, so many feelings, that I'm trying to process at the same time. Like a tsunami, they shift, morph and swirl, at such an erratic pace, I can't seem to pinpoint a specific one to ground myself onto.

"Your boyfriend is the weird prick who kissed me out of nowhere. Why not lash your anger out on-" and immediately, a painful sting is inflicted onto my cheek, jolting me to the core.

She slapped me.

"People like you act all high and mighty, but you're nothing more than bottom feeders." The brunette says, as I hold my face, looking back, completely dismayed.

"Your mother must be a filthy whore, herself. I bet she thoroughly enjoyed, having to f*ck her way, in order to give birth to a-"

"What?" I immediately cut her off, gritting my teeth, with bulking eyes, while rising to my feet.

"What did you just say to me!?" I grimly ask, before marching over and shoving the brunette against the locker, her head, knocking the metallic door, as she makes her descend.

"I dare you to repeat what you just said!"

"What the f*ck?" the brunette's third friend, with a darker complexion, screeches, before kneeling to check on their ringleader.

Irritated, however, the brunette brushes her off, before getting up and charging after me and soon, it's a full on cat fight.

Suddenly, I'm being attacked from multiple directions, as the girl screams on top of me, pulling and scratching my scalp, like a wild beast. I, in turn, fight back, absorbing each blow, without backing down.

My fists are covered in the girl's makeup, but I've passed the point of caring, my only goal is to subdue her, before she skins me alive.

From the corner of my eye, I notice the crowd enlarging, as students call over more of their peers to spectate the horrendous scene, while snapping pictures of our frenzy. I'm yelling, from the top of my lungs, rolling on the ground and I'm giving it everything I've got, before feeling the wind knock out of my system.