Waste It On Me

●𝟰~𝗧𝗲𝗷𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘄𝗶●

I skipped college for the next day, there was no way I was going to college without that feeling inside me settled. And the problem was, it was not settling.

And now I knew what it was, I was scared of Rudra. The problem was, there was nothing wrong with me to be scared of that asshole. What is wrong with me? Should I complain about it?

Was it that big of a deal? I really had no idea, and I was going to college today to find out exactly that.

I picked up my bag and walked towards the college, not knowing what would happen inside. And I had a feeling that it was not a good thing.

I entered my class and everyone looked up, as if they saw a ghost. Before I could settle that thing in, I heard a student bicker, "That shit is beautiful to be slut, no?"

I gasped.

WHAT?
A SLUT?
Were they talking about me?

I quickly found a seat, silently. I didn't wave at anybody, and nobody cared to do either. I sighed and my chest heavied, was there something wrong?

The teacher arrived and started teaching. I was writing down the notes when I felt a paper ball thrown on me. I was stunned for a second, you need to calm your ass, Teja. Picking up the ball, I opened it and my heart stopped.

How much do you get paid? Or did Rudra just get lucky?
I am sorry- WHAT.

What the fuck.

I had nothing to speak, I had nothing to tell, I had nothing to explain. Firstly, to whom? There was everybody in the class, and each and every one had the same look in the morning. It was sure they believed what the asshole said to them.

Wow, Rudra. One day I skipped college, and you clearly made the conditions miserable. I didn't say anything and tore the paper away. I put my head on the table and breathed.

How do I get out of this problem? What do I do now?

This guy was hideous. I wish I could punch him in the face.

JASMIN. Oh my god, where was she? I looked around quickly and found nobody, was she absent? Everyone got up to leave for the next class and I picked up my bag. Rudra was laughing with his friends, and as soon as I got down from my seat he spotted me.

A glimpse of smirk crossed his face and he winked at me. I clutched the table beside me tightly but didn't speak a word. They got up and left, not before passing the same glance. I was screwed.

Before I could leave the class, the group of boys who I didn't prefer talking to suddenly hovered over me.

"Excuse me-" I stammered before looking towards the gate. "Come on, Tejasswi. Rudra is one fucking idiot, you could have tried me if you wanted."

"Nothing happened." I clarified, even though I knew it was going to go in vain.

"Obviously, he ran away." They laughed, "I wouldn't, I promise." A guy added and leaned in. I shuddered and shifted back. "I'm not interested,"

"Come on, we all know you're a prostitute, honey, how much do you get paid?" I felt the words hit my core and break it into pieces. I felt my respect being snatched. I felt vulnerable.

I didn't know what to do.

We all know you're a prostitute honey. I felt the words sting.
This shit is beautiful to be slut, no? I felt my heart break.
Did Rudra just get lucky? I wish I had come yesterday.

I closed my eyes and ran outside the class, the tears that I controlled in front of them ran down my eyes. I needed to be strong. I need to know what happened yesterday.

I reached the second class and found Jasmin sitting. I went to her and her eyes had the same pronounced words. "Jasmin-"

"I didn't expect this from you Tejasswi. I really thought of you as a good human." Her words felt like arrows in my heart. I only had one friend here and now I knew she wasn't one either.

I said nothing and found another seat. She gawked at me once, then went back to her work. As soon as the class ended, I went to her.

"Do not talk to me, but can you please tell me what you know?"
"Do you really think you need to hear it? Tejasswi, you asked Rudra to be friends with benefits with you. And then told him that you're a whore."

Slut.
Prostitute.
Whore.

Words that I would never use for somebody. Words that I would never imagine for somebody.

Was there anything I needed to explain? Was there anyone who was interested in listening to me? I realized a lot of things in one day, and it hurt like an ass.

"You- think-" I stammered before she stopped me. "Tejasswi, he clearly has a picture with your hands on his collar, you think I am a fool?"

Pictures with hands on his collar? When did I-
Did he just portray my attempt of pushing him away into pulling him closer?
I felt dizzy as I gazed at Jasmin leaving the room. I was alone in the class and out of a sudden it felt scary.

I ran outside before I could realize it was not scary.

Class 3.
Class 4.
Class 5.

Different people mocked, different people laughed, different people snickered.
But there was one thing common, those three words.
And every time somebody used it, they felt like knives stabbing.

In between the shadows of unkind words, my soul was wounded. In echoes of disrespect, I stood alone, sighing. 

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Chapter 4, guess what'll happen next?

Love,

Kajal🦋