The whole thing is strange. It started out with people giving me weird and discusted looks, then it moved on to people muttering "slut" under their breathes.
I went over to Sam who was laughing with the same group of boys.
"Hey, do you know what's going on? Everyone's giving me weird looks..." I started, then realized that Sam wasn't looking into my eyes, but a little lower.
I reached my hand up to stirke him across the face, but I felt a firm hand grab hold of my wrist and drag me away.
As my eyes looked up to match the hand with a face, I was awestruck by the sea green eyes and curly brown hair before me.
"Now, I know you're angry at him. But, you should at least have somebody tell you the whole story of what he did, so you can slap him harder." His voice melted me.
"O-Okay" I waited for him to begin.
"We should go somewhere more private." He whispered. My heart skipped a beat before I realized people were still giving me dirty looks.
I guided me over to the library. As we walked along the side, his eyes scanned through every aisle to make sure nobody was here. When we got to the very last row, he sat down and indicated for me to sit next to him.
"So," he whispered "Sam has been... Telling people... That you..."
"Spit it out." I sighed.
"Slept together." He puffed out quickly.
"What?!" I stood up quickly, my mouth open in shock.
As i stormed out of the room, i could hear him following me.
"Now where was I..." I growled at Sam and pulled my hand back, this time not interrupted.
The red hand shaped mark left on his face was starting to throb.
"What was that for?!" He yelled, trying not to sound girly.
"For making the whole school think I'm a whore!" I screeched, a tear slipping down my cheek.
The familiar voice whispered in my ead, "It's okay, Ella," and his firm grasp pulled my arm back.
"Why did he have to do this to me?" I sobbed, as his arm rapped around my waist and led me away from Sam.
"It's okay... Do you want to come over to my house? We can watch a movie to help clear your mind."
I nodded and sniffled. Why do all the bad things happen to me?
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