comfort {complete}

09

"It's really fine," I tell her, cheeks flushing as she adjusts her clothes and pulls out a cigarette. I've smoked before—several times, in fact—but never inside the school. Too risky; but she was just making out with a teacher inside the school, so I sincerely doubt she cares.

"I'm not a whore, you know?"

She looks up at me from her spot in one of the chairs, I sit because I don't want to feel inferior or superior right now. She's sad, but she's refreshingly sad for herself, not me. It's the first time I've seen tears fill someone's eyes that aren't because of my bruises in so long.

I knock my shoulder against hers and flash a smile. "I don't think you're a whore. Do you love him or something?"

"Godfrey? God, no. What's your name?"

"Stephanie."

"Like from Full House."

"I actually am Stephanie from Full House."

"Cool. I'm sleeping with my teacher."

"I was raped two weeks ago."

"That's horrid."

"Yeah." I tuck a few strands of hair behind my ear. 

"I'm sorry."

I nod, and she leans her head on my shoulder.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Lois," she says, offering me her hand. "You seem sweet, do you wanna get coffee sometime? I love this one place near my house because there's a million boys there with that ugly fuckboy hair."

"I hate fuckboy hair."

"Me, too!"

And that's how I make my first friend post-that-night.

a/n: now the chapters will be much easier, i think. hallelujah. lois in the description!