Love Song (LGBTQ+) (COMPLETED)

21. Suffer (Interlude 1)

"Slut." I turned around to see a well-known face. "Everyone already aknows what you did."

My eyes shot up, widening, I had no idea how to respond outside of playing dumb. "What're you talking about?"

Unable to defend or brace myself, I was shoved into my locker as anger took over her makeup-laden face. Surrounded by her and her lackeys, the attention of the halls was grabbed and seemed to be preparing for a fight as they zoomed in, circling around like a pack of hungry hyenas. Between us were the books that'd fallen from my hands and the tension created by her. In her eyes, I was the only thing around and I was her only enemy.

"You fuck my boyfriend and expect me to not hear about it?" she growled, pushing me into the locker again.

The girl in front of me was Courtney Hale, the goddess and the warden, the girl who ran the school with an iron fist alongside her boyfriend. That boyfriend was the picture perfect student, with perfect grades and perfect looks, the perfect quarterback that was already being recruited to top colleges. That boyfriend she ran the school with was the same man who stole everything from me the previous night. That boyfriend was Devin Herrera.

If only she knew. If only she knew that he drugged an innocent freshman girl. If only she knew that he took advantage of a defenseless, immobile teenage girl. If only she knew that he was the one who did it all. If only she knew that she had no choice in any of it. If only, if only, if only. What if I told the truth? What if I could tell the truth and be believed?

"Yeah. . ." my eyes hit the ground, hissing. "He bent me right over and took what he wanted."

A flash of white and the backward whipping motion of my head said she hit me as hard as she could. What was the point in trying to defend myself or telling the truth? Nobody was going to believe someone like me, especially when the view of me had shifted from lesbian to slut in the passing of a single night. I wasn't just the shefag or vagatarian anymore, I was the boyfriend-stealer and the enemy of her and all her friends.

Everyone thought I just let him have his way with me, that I was the slut they now thought I was. There wasn't a chance in hell that I was going to be believed after that went around, so what was the point in fighting it? I was better off playing the villain she and everyone else wanted me to be, hoping that it would end sooner rather than later. More specifically, I could only hope that they would end me sooner rather than later.

I shoved her back, trying my best to fake a smile. "Nice and big, too."

Seconds later, I was ripped to the floor by my hair and found myself lying on my back before the head of her shoe met my face. It wasn't long before her friends joined in, kicking me as I lied beneath my locker. Then it slowed to halt, until just the bottom of a shoe rested on the side of my head. The only things that remained were the sounds of a few laughs and their breathing, along with what was probably the throbbing of the slight pains I began to feel everywhere.

"I'm going to make your li-" the squeaking of shoes screeched through the hallway as the weight of the foot was suddenly lifted. "What the fuck, Nathan? This bitch fucked my boyfriend."

As my vision came back into focus, I was met with Nathan's tall, lanky figure standing over me instead of Courtney and her friends. While I couldn't see his face, the position Nathan stood in looked angry, and her reaction seemed to agree. He was only inches from her face as he seemed to glare. "You think she's the only one? Go ask your sister."

Nathan, surprisingly, gave Courtney a push towards the crowd of people.

"I don't hit girls, but after what I just saw? I think you might deserve it." He strode forward and shoved her again, this time into the crowd of people.