Why You Gotta Be So Mean?

What Am I To Do?

 You swiftly carried yourself through the hallways, your destination being your locker. You decided that you were going to grab your stuff, get out, and go home.

        Arriving at your locker, you opened it as quickly as you could. As you went to grab your bag, you noticed a sheet of music on the bottom of your locker. It was a song you had been meaning to learn but never got around to it: Mean by Taylor Swift. You began to pick it up to put in your bag.

        As you were hunched over to grab the paper, you were suddenly pushed into your locker. Your eyes widened in shock; this had never happened to you before. The locker became dark almost instantly, telling you the door had been shut.

        You turned yourself around to face the door. "Hey! What gives!?" You complained, banging on the locker.

        You hadn't heard the person put the lock back on, so you tried opening the door. You couldn't manage to open it however, because the locker was too heavy too open; they were leaning against it.

        "Open this door!" You ordered.

        You heard an all-too-familiar voice answer back, "You are in no position to give commands, [l/n]."

        It was Kyoya.

        Figures. I should have known.

        "Come on, Ootori, let me out of here." You pleaded.

        "Not until after you've learned your lesson." He retorted.

        Lesson? What lesson? You wondered.

        Before you had the chance to ask, Kyoya began to answer your question. "You are there to help increase club profits. Not to receive free hosting sessions." He scolded.

        You thought about what he said. It didn't make sense to you. How were you receiving free hosting sessions? Then it hit you. He was talking about the twins practicing that new act on you.

        You began to laugh. "Is that what you think was going on?" You giggled.

        Kyoya became angry, "Don't you dare try to deny it!" He hissed, locking the door to the locker.

        You heard the sound of the lock. "Hey, okay, okay." You confessed in hopes of being set free. "I was showing the twins a new twincest act and they decided to try it out to see if they had it or not. It was purely business, I swear!"

        After a long silence, you spoke up again. "I could honestly care less about the twins; they're just not my type. Just because I'm not into the same things other girls are, doesn't mean that I don't know what kind of things they do dig." While trying to explain yourself, you hadn't noticed how Kyoya was able to take your words the wrong way.

        "Oh I see..." He mumbled to himself. "Trying to come out of the closet, are we? ...Or in this case, the locker." He laughed in his typical bullying manner. Although trying to play it off, he felt something drop in his chest upon acquiring this new 'information'.

        You instantly began to protest, "No! That's not what I-"

        Kyoya quickly cut you off. "I think I understand. You're nothing but a dyke." He accused.

        Kyoya shook his head to himself and began to walk away.

        "You're wrong..." You mumbled to yourself before hearing his retreating footsteps. "Wait! Let me out!!!" You cried out, banging against the metal.

        It didn't take long for you to realize that Kyoya was now too far away to hear you. Giving up, you began to collapse against the locker door. Even if you were to keep going, it was well after school hours; barely anyone was even in the school building. Those who were there were at the Host Club, and would go directly home after that—not even passing this hallway.

        I know! I could use my cell phone to get help! You devised, before discovering that you didn't have your cell phone with you.

        It was in your pocket when you were standing outside your locker, but it fell out as you were pushed in. It was lying so close yet so out of reach.

        What am I to do...?