Seven

5.5

"Hey, Mackenzie."

Looking to my left towards the voice, an eye roll is immediately to follow.

"What do you want, Teddy?"

"What, we can't walk to English together?"

"We could, I just don't want to," I respond, continuing to go through my locker and gather what I need.

He leans his face in closer to me, "I missed you in my bed last night."

"You're disgusting.  Get away from me."

"We did it once, why not again, Kenz?"

"Please, leave me alone, I'm not sleeping with you again.  I really need you to stop asking me."  I close my locker and begin to walk to class, unfortunately it has to be with Teddy right next to me.

I ignore his constant blabbering throughout the walk to class until I find my seat, which is thankfully on the opposite side of the room from Teddy.  He's such a pig.  I honestly hate him so much.  I wish the I didn't ever have to associate with him.  Things would be so much better if my friends weren't friends with him and I never had to talk to him.

Only a minute after I take my seat, the bell rings and our teacher comes filing in.  I glance at Graham to make sure he's actually in school today, but that's all I give him.  I've just felt so awkward since last night, I don't want to engage in any more conversation or acknowledgement.

"Graham, Mackenzie, so kind of you two to join us once again," Mrs. Langston, our English teacher, says.  "May I ask where you were?"

"I was sick," Graham says.  We decided to not let people know that we were together for the week, only because it's obvious that so many rumors and annoyances would be created off of that fact.  Plus, we didn't have English class yesterday so Mrs. Langston doesn't even know that I've been back for a day while Graham just returned.

"For a week and a half?"  She muses.

"Yeah, the flu," Graham explains.  "It was pretty bad.  My mom didn't want me back at school until I was feeling one hundred percent again."

"Alright, and Mackenzie?"

"I was away."

"No notice on your trip?" She contradicts.  I hate this lady, she's so rude.

"It was last minute," I reply.  "A family thing."

"Alright, then," She huffs, turning towards the white board.  "This is what we'll be working on today, class."

After a long and unnecessary explanation, we begin our work which is simply taking notes inside our Macbeth books.  These classes are the best with English, because we just take notes and don't do much for all of class.

"Holy shit," I hear Teddy exclaim from across the classroom.  "Is this real?"

"Yeah, completely real."

They're probably talking about weed or something stupid.

"Max, look at what I just sent you!" Teddy calls.  Max is the boy who sits in front of me.  Much to my confusion, after he glances at his phone, he turns around and looks at me, laughing.  With my anxiety majorly building inside of me, I look around the room.  Almost all of the boys in the room are looking at me with the same expressions that Max had.

Looking at my phone, there's a text from Myra.  I open it up and there's a picture.  Two pictures, actually.  A front view and a back view.  Even worse, it's a picture of me, in just a thong and a bra.  Even more specific, it's the thong and bra that I was wearing last night, and the picture is from my living room.  Graham fucking took pictures of me and sent them around.