Creep

Enraged (ch.9)

I stay at a hotel with Jonah that night instead of going to Imogen's. He insisted we go there instead of his house. I really wanted to see what his house is like but I am glad to spend the night with him anyways. We stop at my house so I can grab a few things before venturing on.

"Only one bed?" I smirk as we walk into the room. "Couldn't afford two. I'll sleep on the couch." He says, walking into the bathroom. I place my bag on bed and change into just a tee shirt. He lays on the bed and I crawl beside him.

"I should skip school tomorrow." I laugh. "Nah. Don't. But come by the gas station today so I can finish training you. And I booked this place for the week since we don't know when your sister will be out." He smiles. "You've done so much for me. How could I repay you?" I frown. "Just keep being you." He blushes and kisses my forehead.

I'm awoken by my phone alarm at 6am. The light shining through the window allows me to see Jonah asleep on the couch. I change into a striped shirt, leggings and a hoodie. I also put on a tiny bit of make up to compliment my eyes.

Sitting beside him, I hold onto his hand and smile big. He looked so cute when he was sleeping, I couldn't look away.

I can't help but feel like everyone is looking at me as I walk into school. I try my best to ignore it. Imogen comes rushing up to me. "What are you gonna do!?!?!" She panics. "About what?" I shrug. "The picture... you don't know do you!?!" He eyes widen. "What?"

She drags me to the side and unlocks her phone, revealing a photo of me naked, passed out. "Oh my god..." My voice cracks and I back away. "Someone created an Instagram account and posted it. I don't know who it was." She says bleakly. "Did I... fuck Theo?" I force myself not to weep. "Shit Cassie you really were drunk as fuck... everyone else remembers." She says.

A few guys come up to us. "Cassie, right? We were wondering if you wanted to come over tonight." They all laugh. "Shut the fuck up." I storm away with angry tears in my eyes.

I find Theo and push him up against the locker. "Who was it." I demand. "I- I don't know." He stutters. "WHO THE FUCK WAS IT!?" I yell.

A crowd surrounds us which pisses me off even more. I ball my fist and make straight contact with his face. He falls to the floor. Everyone yells, which attracts even more people. My mind blocks them out as I run to the gas station. The humiliation makes my eyes water.