Out of My Limit

I'm not what they think.

(okie dokie! I am so grateful for you 213 people who read the first chapter and the people who added this story to their reading lists because I never expected that in One chapter. So.... thank you very much. And I'm dedicating this chapter to fivesecondsofpanic. Because you wanted me to write more, so here it is! hope you like it! ILY guys.) 

You make one mistake and everyone hates you. Plus I was forced by people to do so- okay I'm not talking about this. Not yet. 

I got dressed in a black skirt that fell to about my knees and a 5sos shirt because I'm way too excited. 

I don't take the bus. I'm too scared to. I walked the 20 minutes to get there. Allie and Kylie take the bus. I just cant. They think I drive but I hardly ever use the car. 

I got in school and walked quickly to my locker with my head down. But as soon as I managed to open my locker, I was cornered by two jocks. "Leave me alone." I muttered, turning away from them. 

"That's no fun." One, called Bryce I think, said . As his hand landed on my ass. I slapped it off and turned to face them. 

"Stop." I muttered, the other, Devin, moved closer, his hand pressed against my thigh. I winced as he grazed it, tears forming in my eyes. This happened, nearly every day. 

"Aw. The little slut's been cutting her thighs again. " Devin said, rubbing the red slits in my leg. 

"I said stop!" I said louder, pushing them off. I Held my books to my chest and rushed out. You make one mistake when you aren't even conscious you're doing it and you can never get it back. Thank god this is my last year in this stupid school. But I don't have the money for college. 

Graduating in a few weeks. That's all I have to put up with. I'll barely be able to do it. But I wouldn't commit suicide or anything. 

"Hey slut! Come here." One called. I ignored them. "Come on! I though you liked to get with random guys." He kept calling. I rolled my eyes. I sped forwards, but someone grabbed my arm. "Come on, I know you liked hookups. You ready?" I looked up at him. He had a sinister look on his face. 

"Slutty bitch." He mumbled and slapped me. I gasped as I fell to the ground and cupped my cheek with my hand. He just smirked, pleased with his work, as tears formed in my eyes from the stinging of my cheek. 

He chuckled as he took his friends and walked away. 

This is the shit I get for one mistake. I don't want to share this but I will.

I was pressured... into drinking. And slightly too much. totally unaware of anything going on.. I nearly slept with a guy. But It never actually happened.  But he told all his friends it happened, and now everyone thinks I've slept with him, and his friends, and everyone thinks I'm a slut. On top of that, raped when I was 17. But I do not mention that.

 I've never actually slept with anyone..with consent. 

I stood, looking around, terrified. The hallway was soon deserted. I'm not taking this. I don't what grade I get anymore I have to leave. 

No I cant. I walked to my first class. Maths. I loathe maths. 

I sit between boys. And If I' not already fragile enough just today, they were flicking me. We sit in pair. The one next to me rubbed my scarred thigh and I slapped him off. 

He didn't care, trying again to get in between my legs. I shoved him hard this time, but he over reacted, falling out of his chair. 

"Miss. Preston!" Mrs. Meyers yelled at me as the class fell into a scared silence. 

"Yes?" I somewhat snapped, getting frustrated. 

"Come here." She started writing on a piece of paper that I couldn't see from here. As I was walking to the front, my ass was lightly slapped, not loud enough for the teacher to hear. I picked up my pace as I hurried to the front, with my books. 

"To the office, Miss. Preston." She handed me a pass and I groaned, walking out. I could faintly here the guys in the class snickering. 

I entered the beige office after a slow, repetitive,  walk down the hall. The secretary gave me a look as if to say 'Not again...'