The Bad Social Romance

Chapter 1: Just Walk Away

At the end of the first day, I was covered in expired milk and feathers. It was horrendous. I was regretful for what I had done to all those people, now, I don't think they would accept my sincere apology. 

"It's going to be okay, love," Ben reassured me. He led me to his car and turned on the heater. The days seem to grow colder and colder as the snow storm, as predicted by the weather woman, brewed. 

 I succumbed the tears that forced to escape when I was laughed at by the student body. I broke down and Ben sat in the driver's seat whispering comforting words in my ear as he lifted me and placed me on his lap. 

"I love you, Kayley, we can get through this together," His words didn't help the situation: we were attacked by everyone we had tormented. Revenge is never the answer, didn't their parents teach them that? In the arms of my boyfriend, I felt like nobody could hurt me, I felt safe. He will protect me.

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It was the fifth day and I couldn't handle it anymore. I experienced a wedgie, a swirly and paint balls being dropped on your head as you walk in the halls. I had to be on constant look out for anything suspicious but it would always slip past me. Even my friends turned against me. Was I really that bad that I deserved this kind of treatment? I felt the urge to tell a teacher and get this shit over with but I was to much of a coward to be a tattletale and risk being tortured further. 

It was free period and I roamed the halls, I watched my back and front for anything suspicious. I walked by a tray of cookies in the middle of the hallway and I didn't dare pick it up.You never know what they're going to drop on me next. As I neared the school exit, unharmed, a group of seniors and juniors stood tall in front of me. I examined their hands and they were empty. Maybe they were here to say the war was over. 

"Bitch!" One of them yelled. I guess not. No sooner than 5 minutes I was bombarded with insults and criticism. They walked slowly towards me and I walked back as a result.

"Go and die!" "Leave and never come back!" "We hate you, always have, always will!"

Every single one of their words hurt me so much that I thought they were true. I was a bad person, wasn't I? I hurt so many innocent people and this was payback. This was their sweet revenge for what I did to them. 

They walked forward and I walked back...Until I tripped and fell into a puddle of mud and a roll of tissue came down.

Everyone laughed. The bell rang and I was suddenly the center of attention. A tear slipped and fake concern was shown. Where's Ben when you need him? We went through these things together. We were picked on and hurt for the past five days and Ben was always there to reassure me that everything was going to be okay and that we would go through this together. 

And then I saw him, he was amongst the crowd. He hid in the far end and tried not to attract attention to himself. He gave me an apologetic smile. I can't believe him! He joined them. I felt a surge of confidence and courage.

"Give me your best shot! I don't care! Bring it!" All of them smiled evilly. They dispersed to their lockers and took out water guns. All at once, they aimed at me and shot. I stayed strong and held back the tears that threatened to fall. Then, eggs were thrown. After, tomatoes and last, a beating. I scoffed since guys can't hit girls but I was taken by surprised when the cheerleaders stepped forward. I can totally take these bitches, I thought, I was wrong. 

At the end of the day. I was a mess and I was in pain. Not to mention my boyfriend abandoned me. I felt hurt both physically and emotionally. 

I walked to my car in the parking lot, I was the last one at school as I tried to escape everyone that hated me which was basically the whole school, so I had to wait for everyone to leave before I could. In the distance, I saw the sunset. Ben and I always liked looking at the sunset because it represented the end of a day of torment but it also meant another day of torture but we loved it anyway. We loved each other, loved. Past tense.