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eight

My eyes widened and my cheeks reddened and tears immediately sprung to my eyes. "You look even better than I thought you would." I heard a guy say as he approached me. My vision blurred and my breath began to feel sharp.

I pushed past him and ran into the hallway where other people stood, laughing. The dings on their phone appeared to be never ending. Suddenly, embarrassment was pushed to the side in my mind and anger surged through my veins.

I barged into the foreign language hallway, people laughing the entire trip there. I kicked open the door, allowing it to slam and then seeing a smug looking Ashton and a stupid smirking Amelia. I stood in front of them, steamy tears rushing down my cheeks. "You guys are pathetic. You act like you're all big and bad.

Clearly ya'll have forgotten who you're messing with. Hey, Ashton, remember when you told me you were scared to lose your virginity with me? And you couldnt even find the hole because your dick is so small! Hey Amelia, remember when you got crabs and you didn't want to tell your mom so I took you to get the medicine? Or how about that pregnancy scare?!? Why dont you show everyone here, all of your fans, your arms and wrists and thighs!" I spat, venom soaking into every word.

"By the fucking way, I've never sent nudes. That's just a stupid fucking photoshopped picture! Dumb fucks." I stormed out, feeling everyone's eyes on me and I walked to the parking lot, ignoring everyone's whispers in the hallway.

"My life is over, Mikey!" I whined, face palming myself for seemingly the thousandth time today. He shrugged, eat a pop-tart he found in my pantry. "You're over exaggerating. First, that body looks nice. Second, it's not even really you." I left school right after the incident and had been stressing about it since.

A pounding interrupted me from my self-loathing and Mike from his pop-tart eating. Someone was slamming their fists on my front door, not knocking. I told Mike to hide quickly as we exchanged wide stares as I went to open my door. I met bright blue eyes as they shoved into my house, almost knocking me down. "Why do you keep doing that, Luke?" He was visibly angry and I sighed, being tired with him even before he spoke.

"Why would you send Ashton pictures like that?! And now the entire school has seen your body exposed." I gawked at his statement. "So let me get this straight. You left school, drove to my house, and pounded on my door to tell me that I made a mistake? One that I didn't even actually make?!" I screamed at him, getting more frustrated with him with every word.

He stared at me hard, not saying a word. "You know what Luke? Maybe you should just lea-" Luke approached me quickly, pressing my back against the kitchen wall behind me. I widened my eyes and gulped accidentally. Luke stared down at me intently. "Malea.. You don't know it yet but you're-"

Suddenly the pantry door swung open and a tall Mikey stepped out, glaring at Luke, who turned around slowly. "She said leave." Michael stated threateningly. "So now you're spying on her, you creep?" Luke taunted Michael. I took this time to snap myself back to reality, grabbing Luke's wrist and pulling it towards me.

"Leave. Please." He looked at me for a second, licked his lips slowly, and left my house. A slam sounding through my house made me flinch slightly. Mike's veins bulged out of his forearm and his jaw clenching. He ran his hand through his hair and tried to calm his shaky breath. He wanted to fight. I moved towards him and hugged him, rubbing his back soothingly. He hugged me, cradling my head.

"What the fuck was that all about?"