I gasp, no no I can't do that! We're not even dating, yet alone friends.
"No way, you tool! I should of never trusted you, I knew you'd try and take advantage of me! Get out of my house. I don't need someone to use my body. I'm saving that for marriage you filthy bastard!"
He looked at me surprised and shocked. Guess he's not used to rejection. His cheeks turned light red with embarrassment as he shifted his gaze from me, frowning at the bed. He silently got off the bed before packing his stuff and not saying a word after he left.
I feel so- so guilty. My intention were not to hurt his feelings; just make him realize I'm not a slut. He looked like a little puppy when I yelled at him. I knew he'd soon turn into a lion of rage and say some lies to the whole school.
Someone kill me now.
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As soon as I looked into the mirror of my bathroom, I regretted it. My hair was in a big knot, my cheeks stained with tears, and the bags under my eyes were purple and looked bruised. I couldn't help but cry until I fell asleep last night. Just the thought of more bullying brought chills down my spine. I let out a sigh.
"We've got some work to do my friend." I gave a wiggle of my pointing finger at my reflection and blew hair out of my face.
Not that anything will fix the main disaster aka my face. I turned my body towards the shower before the mirror broke. I turned the shower on warm making a pitter patter on the slippery floor. I stripped out of my shorts and tank top and slipped behind the curtains closing it shut along with closing my eyes as the worries drifted.
I decided, in the shower, that I'm going to make myself as invisible as possible by making me noticeable. I'll let my hair down in it's natural locks and wear my contacts so I can deepen my eye makeup with some liquid eyeliner I've never used before on the top and curl my lashes and add mascara. I'll wear dark skinny jeans with a pink and white floral tight long sleeve shirt. Now no one will know it's me. They'll think I left the school or some other shit rumor they heard. Justin's lies to the school will be pointless. No one will know it's me, no one can bully me.
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I slipped on my white vans and sprayed some blackberry perfume in my hair, on my neck, and on my wrist. I giggled feeling happy and stupid that I've never thought of this before. I guess I just didn't care enough. I grabbed my black trans backpack and ran down the stairs.
"Oh, hey hon--oh, sweetie! You look beautiful." My mother gushed and put a hand over her mouth coming over to me.
I giggled spinning around as she examined my outfit.
"What's this for (y/n)? A boy?" She teasingly wiggled her eyebrows and I groaned.
"No mama, I just...need a change."
"Well, I love it. Would you like breakfast before you leave?" She opened this fridge pulling out milk and eggs.
"No mom, I'll just eat an apple. I'm not very hungry."
She shrugged her shoulders as I grabbed an apple and ran out my door. Damn, it feels good to look different. No ones going to notice me. I never wear makeup, I never wear tight bright clothes, and I never wear my contacts at school. The only time someone's seen me with my contacts is my mom and... and Justin. No, no, (y/n) it's okay. Just don't make eye contact with him. I'm just another girl, he won't talk to me.
I made it to the front entrance without a single person noticing. A few stares of course though. Everyone must think I'm new. I confidently walked up to my locker, putting all my books inside. I'm having a nice silent morning making me smile to myself.
