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Chapter 8 (E)

I looked at the popular that was blocking Max and I's way from getting out of this place. By then Taylor and Jackson had regrouped with us giving use some back up in the height area. Cause me and Max weren't the most intimidating when it came to height. But both of use were still the most intimidating when we were angered.

I looked up and saw that one of these populars were Timothy. I took a step back and, in that process, tripped over myself. I couldn't think of anything else to do so I just closed my eyes preparing to hit the floor. As I was falling towards the floor I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I had quickly opened my eyes when I felt one of the fingers that grasped me started to rub on my waist area.

It was so uncomfortable the touch made me want to puck and I knew who was the only person that would do that.

What I saw was Timothy. I pushed him harshly away brushing myself off from his disgusting touch.

"Don't you dare fucken touch me." I said in a really pissed off tone.

He looked at me with a surprised face.

"Whatever do you mean. If anything, you should be thanking me for saving you from that fall." He said down to me giving me a devilish smirk that was only visible for me to see.

I gave him the finger and said, "I rather have taken that fall and landing down in hell then have you touch me again."

"Oh, please you're the one that forces yourself on me. I'm the victim here." He said standing straight up and taking a few steps away from me.

I was about to yell at him for all the nonsense he was spitting. Until I looked up and saw who the other two people with him were, still blocking the doors and almost fainted. There right at the doorway was my ex-best friends, Frencheska and Darla.

Frencheska had long curly locks that were dyed a caramel blond. She was taller than me and skinnier than me, so a lot of boys really liked her. And her friend, Darla, was a little more on the shorter side of things. Darla had short brunette colored hair that only reached her shoulders as she had a face full of makeup that I would say didn't look good on her.

The whole school knew these two, people going as far as saying they were the queens of the school when they were only in their sophomore year in high school. But could careless about what people think of them, they are just straight up bitches, especially Frencheska.

They looked at me amused. I'm almost certain that they know what Timothy has done to me but, they did the unspeakable. It reminded me of the countless times they did that to me in similar situations. It left a bad taste in my mouth.

Frencheska stated to yell, "Oh my god, Abigail is forcing Timothy to touch her to satisfy her sexual frustration."

I wanted to punch them both into the afterlife so much but didn't want to feed them more things to tease me about. They just seemed to turn every action I do into another rumor to spread.

I heard lots of gasps when they heard what those two she devils had to say. The crowd actually believed that garbage and dared to turn to me and glare at me with hated. Some even going as far as to call me a slut under their breaths like I couldn't hear it.

I couldn't handle it anymore I pushed passed Timothy, who was just smirking down at me. I got to those two witches and pushed them to the floor kicking them both but not too hard that they could really complain all that much and exited the cafeteria.

I walked through the halls at a fast pace to my locker to prepare for my next class. While I was about to reach out and unlock my locker I heard yelling, someone was calling my name. I was hesitant to look who was calling me. In fear that it was one of those populars or that boy that was holding that stupidly happy blond girl. But I turned around anyways and saw the two people I needed the most right now.