EXILE | "why is it so hard to love me?"
- IN WHICH Isla Taylor, a student at Hartley High, discovers she's been placed on a sex map at her school. Or, alternatively, Isla discovers a hidden side to her cruel classmate Spider.
| INCOMPLETE
| SPIDER...
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An old red car pulls into Hatley Highs car park, ducking out of it and exhausted Isla Taylor. Who, has decided she shouldn't have spent so long last night picking out an outfit for today instead of getting extra sleep. Walking away from her car Isla hears someone on the other end of the car park scream something that was going to make her first day even worse. "OI! THERES A FULLY-GACKED SEX MAP IN THE OLD STAIRWELL!"
Shit.
Following everyone Isla starts running towards the old stairwell. Pushing past people as she enters the building trying to see if her name had been placed on the wall. Trying to see if she had been humiliated in front of the entire school.
"For fucks sake move out of my way."
There it is, everyone who's fucked everyone is on this wall. Isla couldn't breathe. Everyone around her started screaming what was written.
"Jenny got fisted! Jesus. Mary Good's a screamer. We knew that already anyway."
Spiders voice faded into the background as Isla found her name.
Why the fuck did it say that her and spider had hooked up.
Her name connected to others, she had snogged Ant last year whilst shit faced, given a blowie to Dusty a few years prior. Yet this one stuck out. Why did it matter. No one would believe it anyway, all Spencer does is make up rumours. Yet, Isla still felt humiliated.
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Isla sat down in the hall surrounded by her classmates shouting at each other.
"I am a woke women. I enjoy sex just as much as the next person. But reputation is everything and this map has jeopardised your reputations and the reputation of our school. We are currently in the process of contacting all parents of everyone on this map and have strongly suggested there be no more party's, shindigs or gathoos."
"What the fuck is a gatheroo?" Someone whispered into Isla's ear. Spider.
