double reflection (#Wattys2016)

mouths

EDITED 12.22.15:

The rest of the date was at first awkward but then it cooled off. I left early to get home and I promised him another date this weekend, which he gladly said he'd paid for my food purchases.

By the time I hit my bed, I fell to comforter and let the sweet scent of febreeze lull me to sleep. Familiar eyes haunting the caves of my mind.

There  was something pleasant about dreams, key word  - pleasant. However, alarm clocks? Not so much.

It was a sad and crying Wednesday, Why'd they make this day so depressing? There was going to have major junk I'd have to deal with at school. I could feel it in my gut. Yesterday was a blur of events, the only vivid thing was the date.

I blinked for my mind to fall blank, I know his kind. Knew from Scott or Scorn or whatever the hell his name was. So sweet, so capable of feeling emotion that wasn't even real. And no he never payed for the dates or came on time, but somehow he managed to replace  it with charm.

I scolded myself, letting myself remember, people were 99% fake, so fake it till ya make it.

I grabbed my bag and an apple bar, screwing the rules the girls gave me on sugar.

Like what the hell, almost everything  has god damn sugar.

But my friends do not believe that, it's almost as bad as nuts, they insist. And there I am agreeing, like the bobble head I am.

The rain pours thickly as I enter the school, purposely to fix my self up, aka getting on my bar attire before the girls especially Darlene arrives. I hurried and shoved  things in my locker before I headed to the bathroom. I striped as quick as a werewolf and shrugged on my lacey  practically see through top and my shorts, that  might  as well be my underwear.

Oh I can see it now. You are about done with this damned weak girl (me) who has the mouth of a sailorette, but despite all that still whimpers under the control of a group of dictators. Is that what your thinking? Don't lie. I know it, that's what you see, what you think. But you don't even know me, all you know is I was  easy to control when I arrived.

Then the girls made me into a monster.

Then those questions I did with Luc. Irrelevant stuff.

That's it. All you know. But here's another clue, I moved to this school to forget someone  and something. Are you staying you know me now? Please. Your not even close.

"Hey bbbbbeee!" One of the girls squeals, as they closed their hold on me. I managed a half decent smile. The rest of the ladies arrived accordingly, as per usual. The same damn thing everyday.

"How was your nightly activity?"

"How was it?"

"Come on?!"

"Don't be shy?!!"

They smacked me with questions, my mind whirling on the thing I never got done. I smiled smugly inside, take that you sl-

"Tell us," a demanding voice echoed, sterner then the rest. I turned towards Darlene, her repulsive face glaring into me. "Go ahead, oh goddess like leader, are you afraid?"

My mouth opened, and stayed unlocked as the girls kept pushing. Cracking. Breaking. Darlene chanting with them in her sinister voice. My head burned with annoyance, fists a ccostumed to its position like a few year back. Rose was no longer in control, Rosemarie was.

I sucked in a deep breath and the words I've been crawling to say, "Shut the hell up, you lot!!!"

At first the hall was quiet, students pausing to glance at the drama. The girls shocked, reactions all unlike them. Darlene most of all, had not just shock but fear. I relished in that small win, even though there were no fists involved.

As soon as people got down from their main dose of drama for the day, they scattered letting the bell ring lightly in the background.

There's bound to be something by the end of the day.

I took a breath and walked to first period. At first nothing followed  and I didn't dare think relief, because a moment later, the footsteps moved. My fists were no longer clenched but my jaw was tight and I was still breathing deeply to reel in my anger.

Come on Rose. Control. Breathe what's not, and release what is. Control. Control Rosemarie.

By a step into the classroom, people were already buzzing with some new crap. I held my head heading for my seat, the group arriving seconds later, as their usual selves. But I did get a look from Darlene letting me know I was in a crap load of trouble.

I lowered my head, taking my stuff out for the prepared lesson.

Hm... Thought the girl that has more rumors then the Kardashians was a class A bubble head? (referring to Rose) Why don't you look at the GPA I'm sporting a 5.0, and that's possible but you can't just wrap that around your head, can you? Beaten by the schools acclaimed hooker.

"Psshht," a guy behind me asked, I glanced at him. "Is it true?"

I give him a weird look, "True? What's true?" I glanced at Darlene at the corner of my eyes, and she gave me a encouraging smile.

The guy laughed, "You know?! You went to that new kid Lucian Grey's house yesterday?"

I nodded, slowly. "Yeah, we had a date.... Why?"

He shrugged sending me a flirty wink, "No reason."

Pig.

"Uh huh," I say, then turning around to try to drone out the increasing whispers. Then a voice confirmed my curiosity.

"Yes that's right! Our dear Rose slept with the new boy, and she told me how much she liked it," Darlene spoke loudly, announcing it to the whole world that I had officially become the hooker.

Darlene send me a smirk, and my fists itched to curl, but I forced them back and did what I do best. I smiled.

(Note. When Rose mentions you, in her accusations she means it to the the group of girls and readers, this is like a diary of her story and the things she couldn't say. It's her personal thoughts, her first experiences, and not lastly, her most important lesson.)

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