The Other Girl

walk of shame

My eyes were black and my hair was a mess, I walked into school two minutes before the bell was to ring and for once, no one was looking at me with admiration, but rather with disgust.

Some girls were sniggering by their lockers and a few guys were growling at me.

I felt so ashamed, did they know!?

I was suddenly put on edge for the whole day, I refused to talk to Pascal, even if it was that he needed my help in math class, I also refused to greet cheyenne as she hollered out a hello as we brushed past each other in the corridors.

I was utterly humiliated.

I walked up to my locker and attached to it was a note from Theo, "you were so good, wish I could get with you again"

Pheww!! No one knew about Pascal and I, that was fine.... But now the whole school knows about....Theo and I.

I could not believe that he did this!

This is why you don't sleep with a jock! You've basically slept with every girl he's slept with and now....ever girl he's slept with knows I'm one of them.
That was something I did not want to become. I did not want to be one of them.

Skanks, that's what they're called.

The very word made my blood boil.
Sure it was shameful to have plenty sexual partners, but you shouldnt have your personal life exposed like that.

I walked shamefully and yet courageously to Theodor and smacked him through the face.

As my hand met with his face, the school corridor became quite.

You heard how my hand whipped his shaven skin, how it stung his face and left a hand mark on his left cheek.

Theo had just been beat by a girl. One of his skanks.

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Pascal quickly heard of what I had done to Theo and messaged me his apologies for coming on too strong to me, hoping that we could start over.

Is he feeling guilty I wondered....maybe he needs to do the walk of shame too??

I texted him back and told him to meet Me in the quad.

He did so.

We spoke for the whole of break.

He tried to lean in and kiss me, but I shrugged away.

His cheeks went red.

I would not kiss him.
I did not want to feel his warm embrace or rugged arms around me.

I wanted him to do the walk of shame.

And so he did.