My Fat Lesbian- ON HOLD.

What the hell is going on? Part II

What the hell is going on? Part II

        Delilah and I walked into our bus, the end of the day has passed. The rest of the day was blurry, Delilah and I had the rest of our classes together, and thankfully I didn't have Jacky for anything for the rest of the day.

             I smiled as Delilah let me sit close to the window and she sat next to me, curling her hand around her backpack strap so she could hold it tightly against her body. I stared at her, thinking that she is truly beautiful. My mind tells me that she's not as beautiful as Jacky, but I wanted to punch myself.

     One day was enough to leave a carved memory of her, to leave something inside me and ignite it whenever she's around. One day was enough to leave me wanting more of her, and the thought of that was enough to make me punch a wall.

      Delilah slipped her hand into mine, and I smiled at the small act. I smiled all the way until she slipped out of my hand, my smile faltering as I watched her get out. I stared at her through the window, but my grin was back as I watched her wave at me. I waved back.

    The bus started moving again, the small bumps and curves it did made me jump in my seat, but I didn't mind it. Suddenly I'm reminded of the fact that I have a phone painfully digging up my hip, so I quickly maneuvered it around and turned it on.

     I waited five seconds before the face of my best friend appeared, a giant smile greeting me. I smiled back, the nostalgic feeling of her had me biting my lip to prevent from crying. I've cried enough today, my cheeks burning red as I remembered why.

    The familiar sense of Jacky's fingers filling me to the brink had me clenching my legs, shaking my head in disappointment at myself. I shouldn't remember that, but how can I not? How can I forget the fact I got fingered in front of the whole fucking cafeteria.

             I stared at it for a while, watching as it vibrated and suddenly it starts jumping in small jingles, like bells. I looked at it with a frown to notice that I was receiving messages, one by one they continued coming. I quickly typed in my password and checked them, eyebrows furrowed together.

Unknown: Hey, fatty!

Unknown: lol

Unknown: I'm jk, answer

Unknown: okay, fuck me, are u mad?

Unknown: u totally are

Unknown: srsly?

Unknown:....

Unknown: dude, it took me a while 2 get ur number, answer

Unknown: hey, stop ignoring me

Unknown: Why don't u have fb?

Unknown: u have no idea how long it took me 2 get ur number, srsly, answer

Unknown: it is even harder 2 get it because u don't have fb

Unknown: fine

Unknown: butch

Unknown: *bitch

     I stared at it with confusion, eyebrows furrowed beyond normal. My heart was beautiful rapidly against my chest, but those were only the morning messages. I was panicking, who could possibly get my number? How did they get it?

        Without thinking about it, I continue reading, hoping the messages would someone hint who was behind them. I bit my lip, scanning the ones from this afternoon.