Never The Same ✔️[Completed]

Chapter 5

School came quicker than usual, but I don't feel like myself. I started to walk funny, and I started to jump when guys in school smack my butt. At first (before I got raped), I used to smack them or run while they chased me, but we were mainly just doing it in a playing matter. Unfortunately, I now see it in a new light and I hate that I do because I have a lot of boys that are friends. Well, not as much as girls.

"Hey, shorty," Brandon said, but before he grabbed my ass, I quickly grabbed his arm. "What's the matter?" He asked frowning. Damn, he's the tenth guy to ask me that. 

I learned my lesson from the first person who touched me, which was Thompson who smacked my ass hella hard making me jump. I'm not going to let it happen again. "I...I'm just on my period and I don't want people grabbing my ass. Spread the word to everyone or a nigga finna get killed!" I lied, crossing my arm and starting to walk away, but he grabbed my arm and turned me around before I got far. I instantly got a shock wave rush through my body making my body act before my mind and my arm drag away from his grasp quickly.

"Stop the bullshit and tell me what really happened. We all know when you're supposed to get your period. You're not due for another 2 weeks. Tell me what happened, and why are you walking funny?" He asked looking down at my legs. I also looked down at my legs, which were literally exposed. I had to wear shorts because I didn't want questions asked about why I wore jeans in 120 degrees.

"Uh...I fell on my knee."

"It don't look bruised, though." He said, looking around my body to see if I had any bruises anywhere. I quickly felt heat go through my body making me say, "Alright, that's enough," before walking away. Alright, so far I act 30% like myself. Not noticeable though.

"Hey, shorty." I heard from behind me, but I was instantly pushed into the lockers by Derrick. He's...well...used to be my crush, but now I don't have any crush except Jesus.

I looked at him in shock, but he didn't notice because he was too busy examining the bruise that was still on my cheek. "Who the fuck did this to my girl?!" He yelled, stroking the bruised cheek. Ugh, really?! He really couldn't let this slip?

"Nah, chill. I slipped and fell." I lied, really questioning how many times today that I have to lie just for these guys to leave the subject alone! "It may be all day. Or even all week." I shuddered at the thought.

"Why you gotta lie, boo. No secrets, remember." He said, looking hurt. Aw, I hurt his feelings, but it's not my fault, I can't tell him the truth because he'll go crazy and shoot up a nigga's house even though I would really love that right now. "Well, I'm a child of God and only 15, so I'm not going to think negative thoughts that include ending someone's life even when I really want to." I reminded myself.

"Sorry, bae." I just call him bae because we are cool like that. Before, he asked me out and I said I'm not ready, but we're friends with the benefit to kiss even though I don't feel like kissing anyone. "I got some bad things going on that you shouldn't be a part of. I'm only going to be the one to get hurt if someone finds out." I say, forcing a smile.

He looked down at my legs and shook his head. "What?" I asked looking down at my legs.

"You had sex?" He asked in a neutral tone, still looking at my legs. Damn, he caught on quick!

"No!" I defended, feeling my eyes sting with tears. "It's not sex if I didn't ask for it and said no!" I argued in my head. I crossed my arms, frowning at his sudden outburst.

"Then why the fuck do you walk funny, and why do you have scratch marks all over your legs." He continued, looking from my legs to my face, in clearly displayed anger. I looked at them, too, seeing that he wasn't lying. "Oh great, Oliver! Go on and fuck up my legs, but expect me to keep what you did to me a secret! Fucking dumb ass!"