Forever Alone

Chapter 2: sluty selfie!

When I get up the next morning, I'm so relieved that dad isn't up yet. Even though he wouldn't be drunk, he still would get mad at me. I get my bag ready and grab ten bucks from the homemade tip jar on the counter, for my lunch. Then I head out to the bus. On the bus, I sit with my best friend and studying partner, Kyle. We joke around for a bit, but then everything goes quiet.
"So, Katy, how was last night?" Kyle is the only friend I've told about my dad. I know he won't tell anyone. We have a strong relationship.
"Well, he gave me shit for not cleaning up my lunch dishes. And my mom did nothing all evening, so all in all, it went okay." I say, sarcastically. We talk a little bit more, but then we have to get off. He heads to English and I head to math. Linear equations. Great.

I have a little bit of a hard time paying attention in class, especially when my friends and I won't shut up. But that day, my mind was on other things. I felt like my friends Leah and Janice didn't want to talk to me. And it felt like people were looking at me, but I didn't know why. At break, i go to the bathroom to spruce myself up a bit. You can never look to pretty. Unless your on the cheerleading squad. Seriously, those girls need serious ego adjustments!

The morning drags by, but finally, lunch comes.
As I head towards the table where my group usually sits, I feel exposed. Like a spotlight was on me. I heard whispers and laughs, and all I want to do is grow a turtle she'll and hide in it. But I finally reach the table.
"Hi guys!" I say.
A bunch of mumbled hellos greet me. I notice that nobody us making eye contact with me. And Kyle is ignoring me completely.
"What's wrong? Did you guys eat some of the cafeteria meatloaf? Man, that stuffs nasty!"
Still, no one laughs or even responds to me. I grow worried.
" guys, talk to me. Did I do something wrong?"
Suddenly, Janice speaks up.
"Look, we just don't want to be seen with slut, okay? Now go away." The comment was met with mean stares, but no one objects.
"What are you guys talking about? I'm not a slut! I have never even kissed anyone!"
That's when Leah steps in.
"Oh ya? Then what about this?" She grabs out her phone, pushes a few buttons and hands it to me. First, the screen is blank. Then a picture floods the screen, and I'm so shocked that I don't know what to do.
It's a picture of me, butt naked. Well, the face is mine, but the body's not. My chest is completely flat, while this one is huge. And what's worst of all is the caption:
Hey guys! Don't trust Katy Crutsteel. All she'll do is send you noods! She sent me one! And I don't even know her!
The whole thing is too much. I don't know who made it and I don't know of anyone I could have angered.
"You guys don't really believe this do you? I mean come on. This is obviously photoshoped! You've got to believe me! I don't even know who this is!" I'm met with disbelieving stares. But they all finally cave in and apologize for believing the whole thing.

I tell them its all right and that I understand. But deep down, I feel a little hurt that they even believed it in the first place! Nobody even knows who this guy is!
The rest of the day goes ok, except for a few stares and snickers. But I survive and soon I'm on my way home.

When I get to my driveway, I stop and grab the mail. Surprisingly, one letter is addressed to me. It has no return address, so its a little suspicious, but I open it anyways. I instantly regret it. It's the picture of me, but with a letter attached.
I know who you are. And I know where you live. So you better give me a good show or I'll find more pictures. Count on it. ~anonymous

I all of a sudden feel very scared and exposed. I run into the house and lock the door. Then I turn all the lights on to show people that I'm at home.
What am I supposed to do? Either I give him a show and risk being called ugly and a slut or don't give him a show and risk being called ugly and a slut. What did I do to this guy?
I look at the back of the letter and find a way to contact him.
So now I know he wants me to face time him and do it.
I sit in my room for a long time and think about it. Then I hear the door open. Dads home.
I get up and go downstairs.
" hello dad, how was your day?" He grunts in response and heads upstairs. At least he didn't yell at me. I think to myself. And I go to the kitchen and start making dinner.