Unspoken

Chapter 7

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Naomi's POV

I have no idea where Indi is going but I'm about a foot away from her, following her actions. It started when Mr. Hodges mentioned self respect and dignity...

Did she say something? Or maybe like disrespect herself? Maybe she didn't shower in like a week and someone found out?

But Tony said she was a slut.

Her trousers and white lace top don't scream slut at me but maybe she goes to parties? So many questions. And all the answers are locked inside everyone's head except mine. This is so frustrating.

Indi pushes through a door, which by the crappy female stick figure on the front, I guess is the toilets. By the time I get in the room myself, she's locked herself in a stall. Muffled sobs are the only thing filling the air between us as I contemplate what to say.

The toilets are really disgusting. The walls are a horrid orange colour and the toilet blocks are green. The designer who chose the colour scheme must've been colourblind, and I'm not even exaggerating.

I can partially see into the first toilet and there's writing scrawled all over the side and a huge inaccurate drawing of a dick. Mature 17 year olds at their best.

I snap my mind into focus and think of why I'm really here. "Indi?" My frail voice rings through the room. No reply.

"Indi please. I don't know what all of this is about and I was going to ask because Tony mentioned something earlier and I want to be here for you and help you through whatever this is and I won't think any differently of you I promise and...yeah."

For once she doesn't interrupt. I wish she did though because I just rambled on and on and on.

I hear her say something, maybe a sigh? Then the door unlocks but doesn't move. To be honest, it's probably stuck, judging by the quality of these toilets. But Indi reappears.

Her eyes are bloodshot and her face is white. All the colour has drained from her and her makeup is smudged down her cheeks which once held a smile. Screwed shut and holding onto her jumper sleeves, her hands are holding a wad of toilet paper.

Without thinking, I go and hug her. I feel her chuckle lightly in my arms and her breathing pace regulates again. This is a really nice hug. Not awkward in the slightest and really comfy. I'm glad I've made a friend.

Her jumper that covered her white lace top is really soft and I'm enjoying the embrace but she pulls away too soon.

She looks me in the eyes and I see her emotion change from apprehensiveness to just relaxed. She's realised she's going to have to tell me her little secret sooner or later and it seems fate has decided nows the best time.

Indi's POV

Naomi hugs me and it's so awkward. As I'm holding onto her top, I can't think of how I should structure my next sentence. I laugh because that's all I can do. It must look so fake considering the situation isn't even funny.

What am I going to say? I can't fall into this trap thinking that Naomi is my best friend because as grateful as I was to see her in English, I can't trust her.

I can't trust anyone. Maybe it's because I just have trust issues since that night last September, or maybe I've always had a problem confiding my secrets in specific people. I just don't think the human brain can hold a secret. It's part of our nature. Excitement grips someone and the urge to tell someone else takes over.

Well it took over Dan and Tatum.

Or maybe I have trust problems because I can't trust myself because I know I'll make the same mistake twice.

Pulling away from Naomi, I compose myself. I can't stress myself out. Just tell her Indi. It's embarrassing though.

Then again, telling one more person won't hurt, considering the whole school knows. And some people even sunk low enough to tell their friends in other local schools. Good job I don't live near here.

I cough and straighten myself up. Here goes. "Basically, in September I... Well basically my family had no money. I mean skint. Like we couldn't even have dinner some nights. I couldn't get a job anywhere and so tried to get a job near here, cos it's near school. I tried at the off-license, but they said they don't employ teenagers anymore, not really sure why but they don't. I tried literally everywhere and so did my parents... That's when I realised my last resort was to be a er-"

"Prostitute?" Now it's her turn to finish sentences, but this time she's wrong. A prostitute is so much worse, how could she think that of me?

But to be fair that was my second option.

"A stripper." A foreign voice remarks. I swear it was only Naomi and I... I look past her to see Tatum. I'd been so focused on looking at Naomi I hadn't seen her come in. Great.

"A stripper? As in like a private one? Where they-" Naomi starts but then Tatum finishes off for her, giving a pleasantly evil grin whilst doing so; "where they get hired at a party or private event. Someone calls for one and they arrive at your door wearing bare minimal." She emphasises the last part staring directly into my eyes.

I tear away from her piercing glare. Her hateful personality is literally seeping out of her at every possible opportunity.

The range of facial expressions is quite amusing. A horrified gasp exchanges for a pitiful glance as Naomi struggles with how to answer. She has put the pieces together. She doesn't know the details, but she knows the bare minimal.

"Naomi let me introduce you to class whore and A grade bitch Tatum Mattis," I hum, placing an arm around Tatum. This is the great zone where two people have so much against eachother, so much hate, that it's funny. That it's okay to be bitchy about the other one in front of them because you know they've done so much worse behind your back.

I begin to wonder how this little gathering even came about, why Tatum has been sent here, when she gives me a glare and fires back with another "original" comeback. "And this is India Thompson. Her strengths are dancing and her weaknesses include-" I can tell if I don't stop her something else will be said that is better left unspoken.

So I pinch her. Hard.

Judging by her squeal and the anger flashing through her eyes, it really fucking hurt, which makes me happy.

I love pinching people. It's the perfect balance of revenge and hesitation. I didn't go too far with a pinch, but it was enough to reclaim the authority that Tatum thinks she can take away whenever she wants. What the hell. I'm just trying to think of a reasonable excuse for me hurting Tatum so I don't feel as bad, when I don't need one. I can hurt her if I want.

I suddenly look at Naomi who I haven't been paying a lot of attention to. Looking back and forth between Tatum and I, she looks horrified. I'm wondering, should I tell her the full story now, or leave it? Leave it. Tatum's here and she'll magnify the situation so that every single detail is recalled.

"Ladies! Come on you've missed 15 minutes!" Mr Hodges shouts into the toilet door. Cheeks crimson red and eyes almost popping out her head, Tatum is contemplating whether to slap me, I can tell. "Ladies, now!" Mr Hodges persists.

Tatum turns her back quickly and throws the door open with all her anger, revealing a shocked teacher.

Guess she'll have to save that slap I don't deserve for another day.