Here For You

Chapter 8

June.

The red head girl smiled at me and I smiled at her back.
I looked behind her shoulder to find out that the teacher is already gone.
Was I lost in my thoughts for so long?

"Hey, my name is Jessica."

"Oh...hey."

She rolled her eyes and sighed, she looks so annoyed of something I don't know about.

"I don't usually tell the new students that by myself."

I raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"Listen up bitch, this highschool is like a game, you might survive or die."

I stayed silent, making sure to analyze every single bullshit she is saying.

"Your reputation and everyone's reputation will be decided by me.
I own this school and everything is under my control.
Everytime you do something I don't like, you'll get a red card in your locker."

Oh my god, is she high or something? What kind of nonsense is she spitting?

"If you collect 5 red cards, you'll officially be the RCV of the school."

"RCV?"

"Red Card Victim, which means you'll be bullied until I decide to stop,"

She smirked and pulled out her cellphone.

"See this group chat? I made it, and all that is announced in it is how many red cards does each student has."

She scrolled through the messages and stopped at a name.
Archer Johns.

"He has 3 red cards in total, too close to hell."

She laughed.

"And I hate you, don't you see the way Ivan is looking at you? Like he saw a walking ugly angel, he can't look at anyone like that but me, he is mine."

She rolled her eyes, then she took out a red card and placed it in front of me.

"Congratulations hoe, first card on your first day."

"Are you high? Crazy? A psycho or something?"

Her smirk faded, it's replaced with anger I don't understand.

"Do you really think that you can decide everything for me?"

"Yes, very sure of it, just as I did with every single piece of shit in this school."

I laughed, disgusted.

"I don't know who is Ivan and I don't want to know."

I took the red card she placed on my table and tore it.
Throwing every piece at her face.

"Go play your games somewhere far, where dogs can play with you."

She looked at the card I tore, she didn't say anything, she just turned around and walked away.
Crazy slut.
Just looking at her uniform made me want to throw up.
She is wearing a very short skirt showing a little of her butt, she tightened the corset around her body that her tits wants to explode,  the dress shirt she is wearing is light and the hem of her bra is literally visible.
What the fuck is this?
I can't even call it a uniform.

It's lunch time, after Jessica left I minded my business and kept my mind buried in the book I was reading.
But it was also uncomfortable due to the gaze that never left me.
That guy which I think his name is Ivan.
I think Jessica referred to him, can't blame her, he is so handsome.
I was walking in the hallway toward the cafeteria when someone from behind covered my eyes and mouth.
I panicked.
I am being dragged somewhere I don't know.
I tried to fight but I couldn't, there are several people trapping me, preventing me from fighting back.
I tried to scream but the strangers hand was too tight on my mouth it was hard to breath.
Then I heard a door being opened and the moment it did, I was thrown into a room.
I opened my eyes to see it, an empty room, it has only two chairs and three tables.
I looked up, only to find Jessica and her three friends standing at the door.
Slowly, she closed the door...and locked it.
I sucked in my breath.
Whatever is going to happen is bad.

"Toring the red card was like signing for your death."

She said and I realized there is a large bag in her hand.
I wanted to stand up but one her friends came and kicked my knee.
Pain danced in my knee.
What the fuck are they about to do to me.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Nothing, just teach you a lesson."

She opened the bag she was holding and took out a bottle...of milk?
Before I could react, she opened the bottle and pour it on me, all over my hair, clothes and body.
I gasp and tried to escape, but then two of her friends came from behind me and pierced me into my place.
Jessica laughed out loud, her laugh is like a witch's one...
Bitch's one.

"Leave me alone."

I said trying hard to get her friends out of my way.

"Over my dead body, talking back to me was one of the things you shouldn't have done."

She took out another bottle of milk, bigger one and poured it at me again.
I gasped trying to breath.
I am drowning in milk.
I tried to push her friends away but they tightened their grip around my body.

"I did some research about you, I realized, you came from a poor family," she laughed "how sad."

Unexpectedly, she slapped me.
Twice.

"I hate poor people, they're like dogs, going around and begging for everyone's money."

Anger thrilled inside me.

"Oh, just like your dad, I don't have to witness, I already know that he is probably in one of the dumpster looking for something to eat."

My grip tightened.

"Don't you ever dare-"

She slapped me again.

"Why would I listen to a trash like you?"

My chest started to rise and fall, anger and sadness filled every inch of my heart, her words started to stab me in the heart like a knife aimed to destroy me whole.

"Stop..."

I said helplessly, and uncontrollably,  tears escaped my eyes, they fell fast to my thighs, then got mixed with the milk I am soaked in.
Jessica shook her head and laughed.

"Amber, camera please."

The girl next to her smirked and took out her phone, then she opened it and took photos of me.
Panicked is now drawn all over my face.

"No..."

I sound helpless.

"Don't, don't send it to anyone."

I said, my voice shaky, the amount of tears increased with each heartbeat.
Each breathe.
She can't send it to that group...no way.

"Oh yes I will."

She smirked then kicked me in the stomach, I coughed.
Pain spread all over my body.
And then...I broke into a sob.
This day...is the worse day.