Girls Astray. [Complete]

Amy: The girl who said yes

Last night's antics come crashing down on me the moment I open my eyes. Why did I do it? I knew the moment I pressed send it was a mistake. This isn't what good girls do, this isn't what I do.

It's still on my phone- in my recently deleted pictures. Not deleted at all, not on my phone, not on his...

Grabbing my phone I frantically check to see if he replied.

My heart plunges into my stomach; into a deep black never ending ocean of emptiness. Nothing. Not even a response.

***

"Hi Amy!" A tall blonde boy I've never spoken to beams at me from across the corridor.

"Hi," I meekly reply, letting my fringe fall across my face.

Two boys nudge each other eagerly as I walk past, I awkwardly drop my chin into my chest, why are they are staring at me?

"That's her!"

I spin round to find the culprit, but there's only a group a guffawing boys, pushing and shoving each other.

I'm being paranoid. It's just me being silly, there's nothing new happening today, no one's staring at me. No one knows.

Suddenly a hand grabs mine and pulls me into the form room.

Zoe's face is pressed so close to mine I can see the foundation that's lodged into her pores.

"Hi, can I just?" I edge slowly to the left trying to get my personal space back.

She pulls me back in again and hisses,

"Did Lolita put you up to it?"

"What?"

"Don't play dumb Amy, we've all seen it." She rolls her eyes impatiently and crosses her arms.

My whole body goes numb. Surely she can't mean?

Zoe's eyes widen, she lets her arms drop then squeezes my shoulders.

"Oh, you don't know- Amy it's so not like you- I mean-"

A hand strangles my throat and stops me from getting any air. A piercing pain pulsates through my chest as my eyes well up with tears. Zoe's lips keep moving and her head bobs up and down sympathetically. But all I hear is a sharp ringing throughout my skull. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

Alex Coleman saunters in the room, he takes one look at me and then bursts into laughter.

"Problem Alex?" Zoe purrs to him, still smiling in his direction.

"No, no problem. Where've you been hiding those bad boys, Amy?"

"Alex, shush!" Zoe coos as she scuttles towards him.

Without a second thought I fly out of the room and head straight to the girls' toilets.

***

The bell rings for first lesson, but I'm still locked in a cubical, curled into a ball on top of the toilet seat.

'Lolita I need you.' Send.

'Lolita, this is urgent.' Send.

Nothing.

My whole body feels empty, like my souls been poured out on the pavement and trampled on a thousand times before it was shovelled back into my body, forever damaged. And yet the tears keep silently falling down my cheek. Tear after tear.

"Can you believe about Amy?"

"I know! It's always the quiet ones!"

"I don't know why the boys like it so much- it's just fat- not real boobs."

"Oh Zoe stop it!"

"It's true! It's worse than what Lolita did. Well almost."

The door slams shut behind them. Followed by a scurrying of feet and laughter.

Sweat breaks out across my brow whilst something hot comes pouring up my throat and before I know it I'm wrenching into the toilet bowel. My hand shakes against the toilet seat.

The phone lays on the cubical floor.

Inbox empty.