Seven

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Reason Number 6: The boys at my school.

I know it's sexist or whatever to blame an entire gender as being a reason, but there really isn't one guy that I don't cringe at from my school. They're all horrible people, and they make me feel like shit about myself.

The "popular" guys especially. They're so obnoxious, so rude, so oblivious, and so demeaning to every girl. They go around slapping girls asses, leading some on, fucking some, and starting rumors about others.

The boys at school are such a major reason as to why I'm so depressed, and there's so many of them that make me feel like shit that I can't even do anything to control it.

Two Years Ago

Freshman year. Three days post incident with Liam.

"So, how'd you think the math test went?" Myra asks me, taking a bite of her apple. "It was kinda hard, but I think I may have done okay. I'm shooting for maybe an eighty percent."

"Yeah, same," I reply. "Eighty would be nice, keep a B average."

All through high school, Myra and I have sat alone at lunch. We sit at a table with about five other girls, but we're on the end of the group and we really just talk to each other. Perks of having a best friend, I guess. All you need is each other to get through things, and everything else feels unnecessary. Like it's all just there for the extra support.

"I have a history test last period, too," I complain. "I didn't study at all. It's gonna be so bad."

"Yeah, I heard someone else say it was difficult," She responds. "Good luck."

"Hey, Mackenzie, right?"

I look up from the table and there's two boys sitting at the open two seats; one next to me and one next to Myra.

"Yeah..." I reply, very confused as to why two senior guys would be sitting with us freshmen girls.

"We heard about you and Liam Johnson from the other night," The one across from me says. "I mean, we'd definitely be up to get some of that."

I look over at Myra, completely mortified. I can't even put together a word to say to them. I physically cannot speak. I'm humiliated. Myra seems shocked, too. She's not saying anything, either.

"We wrote our numbers on this piece of paper," The one next to me says. "Liam's is there, too. He said you were pretty good. Ever feeling up to anything, just shoot us a text. And remember, we're up for someone like you."

The one next to Myra wraps his arm across her shoulders. "You're hot, too. Share the numbers with her, Mackenzie?"

Both of us sit there, out mouths open in shock, until they finally get up and walk away, laughing.

"I can't believe that just happened," I mumble, tears filling my eyes but thankfully not falling down onto my cheeks. "I'm going to die. I'm not gonna make it out of this day."

"Let's go the bathroom," Myra says, packing up her lunch and quickly standing up. I do the same and we try shuffling straight out of the cafeteria.

"Hey, whore!"

"That wasn't to me, was it?" I ask Myra, softly.

"You," The same voice says, grabbing my arm before we can make it to the bathroom. It was directed to me, apparently. "You're the freshman slut who fucked Liam Johnson, right?" He laughs. "These sluts, nowadays, thinking they're leveled enough to associate with seniors. Wait your own turn, bitch." He grabs my ass as he begins to walk away and squeezes it, making me want to die even more.