Dear, My Thereafter

Chapter 9 | Embarrassment

Tash POV

Walking through the halls of embarrassment because I so happen to be the girl who drank herself drunk at a party and almost strip herself, how a shame.

Heading to my locker I could feel the constant glares, stares and whisperings around me, engulfing me in like they were going to eat me up and swallow me (well you don't have a choice, don't you Tash). I tried my best to stay focus, to walk looking straight ahead of me, to ignore the multiple looks, to avoid showing that I regret every bit of what I did.

But I lost it, I lost it when some random guy choose to use his nasty ego and sandal me in public against my will.

" Hey Tash I liked that blue bra with the tiger on it, so sexy" he shouted.

Someone I obviously don't know but he surely seems popular because everyone was being his audience, laughing, giggling, whisperings and making every sort of funny comments and noise you could get when you're in a situation like this.

I couldn't stand this honestly, trying to proceed with my actions but I couldn't after that one comment they just keep on coming hitting me in the face, in the back of the head, on the side of my face.

" Yeah she was a hot mess" a boy said.

" At one point I wanted to reap those bras off" another boy said.

" Hey Tash who taught you how to drink, your grandpa?" a girl screamed out with such hatred.

And even though I know am not the one to be asking for comforts, to be running crying my eyes out because am so embarrassed, normally I'm the one who deals with what ever it is by her self but right then I needed someone, someone to hug me and tell me that everything's going to be alright.

And that's when I spot Claire standing by her locker, rushing towards her like a hungry person for her comfort but I was stopped in my track shocked as hell, stunned to my bones unbelieving what the hell just took place.

Did Claire Grove just walked away?

Didn't she just saw me coming?

Of course she did, she was staring at me the entire time, our eyes basically made four.

We are suppose to be best friends, has she forgotten that?

Did I do something? I asked myself these questions in my head as I stood there staring at the pink fabric at the back of her blouse, scanning my eyes over the printed words in bold.

" SWEET DREAMS"

I rush outside, running frantically embarrassed as hell through the parking lot and out the school gate away from the monsters that were planning on eating me alive.

"Tash" I heard when someone called out my name but I didn't stop or even spare a glance back to see who it was but it better not be Claire else she'll regret every effort she made to follow me come out here.

Walking down the street with my head down, replaying every bit of actions that took place in school, regretting that I didn't do anything. When did I become so weak, so lack of confident, like I am one of those freshman who is so afraid of the seniors,then that bring me back to the conversation or more like argument that aunt Terry and I had Friday night, the night that stupid party caused all of this.

Aunt was right she was indeed right, I was a wasted bad girl and still is. I'm a fool, a bxtch that doesn't deserve any of this, no wonder why my parents hates me so much that they even decided to move me out, because they couldn't stand me. I don't wrong them at all.