Locked Locker (Lesbian Stories)

Cramped

My name is Triana, I'm 18 years old. I'm not average looking, yet, I'm not quite gorgeous either. I have jade colored eyes with dirty blonde hair, and my body is slim. I'm not a very popular kid at my high school. In fact, I'm only popularly known because I'm the most "bullied" kid in the school, it's not because I'm a geek, nerd, or because of how I look, apparently I'm not even ugly at all. Most everyone at the school hates me just because I'm a "faggot". Some people only bully me so they won't get bullied for refusing to hurt me. Of course, when I go to consult my harassment to the school or my parents, they never listen.

My parents don't care about me, they're never home, never take me to the doctor's when the doctor's are needed, and beat me when I mess up in the simplest ways, insulting me, saying they never wanted me. And frankly, the school staff are on the bullies side of the situation which pisses me off.

It's currently Friday, my Senior year. Finally 18, and in 5 months I'll graduate from this hell, and be able to leave it all. For good. Once I've left everyone, I'll be able to decide on my own, find someone who will love me for who I am, or just push the whole world away if I choose too.

I'm silently strolling through the halls maneuvering my way through the crowds of people. I ascend the staircase leading to the second level of our school. My first class, Science, is on the second level. Class room number 789. My locker is also on the second level. I unlock my locker to grab my science books. And go towards my first class of the day. Once entering and taking my seat, some of the popular jocks come towards me. Since the teacher wasn't in the room yet, I had an idea of what they were going to do. I rotate my head towards the window, staring blankly outside at the light rain. Trying to ignore them so they won't start anything.

"Hey, guys, look! It's the school dyke! How much pussy d'ya think she's gotten lately?" His "friends" laugh at his comment, while I sneer, before he continues on with his insults.

"Maybe we should show the dyke that dick is the thing she actually wants. She just hasn't found some good dick yet. If she wasn't a dyke an' was like the other girls I bet she would be popula' since she's got such a pretty lil' face. So maybe we should convert her, huh?"

The jock pulls back my hair, lurching my head up, making me whimper in pain and scowl at him while he whispers harshly in my ear "How would ya like that, huh fag? We could make ya into the slut you should be."

"HEY! MAX! STOP MESSIN' WITH THE FAG AND C'MERE!" I hear Max's girlfriend call. Since Max is the quarterback it only makes sense that his girlfriend is the Queen Bee and the captain of the softball team. Her name's Hazel. Hazel's so popular, just because she's an asshole, has a great body, and is the softball captain. She has medium brown hair, deep blue eyes, a right nose ring, and a perfect face.

Hazel doesn't necessarily hate me like everyone else. Out in public, when we're not in school, when we see each other somewhere she's kinda.. nice. I think she just puts up the facade in school because everyone else hates me. So she has to keep up her reputation. Which I believe is a bunch of BS but, I guess keeping up a reputation is something you require in society. Especially in high school.

I notice Hazel looking over at me before her boyfriend turns around, she slightly smiles at me. I feel my heart start to speed up from shock. Did the Queen Bitch just smile at me? Like.. in a friendly way? I wouldn't have expected her of all people to be nice, somethin's not right here.. I wonder to myself out of astonishment.

Science class ends with Mr. Terry giving us killer homework. I go through two more classes, Math and L.A., before having to go to P.E. I arrive at the track wrapping around the football field around 1:15. The cheer team and Football team are stretching and practicing at the moment on the field. Hazel is hanging out with the cheer team, even though she's not on it probably skipping her cooking class again, when they all notice me appear, and so does Max and the jocks. My P.E. teacher yelled at me for forgetting my P.E. clothes telling me to go back and get them before I get punished.