Is it Love or Lust? [Student/Teacher] BIG CHANGE/REWRITING IS COMING SOON!

8 - Prude Stripper, Drugs, and Wet Dreams

Hey! Here's another Chap, though it's probably not as long as the others. Hope you enjoy!

                                  Chapter 8 - Prude Stripper, Drugs, and Wet Dreams

          “Are you drunk?”He looked amused and shocked. I took my hands back.

          “I think so.” I patted his cheek, turned, and then started to walk away before I realized something. I stopped and turned. He was watching me with an amused face a couple feet behind me in the middle of the hallway. Chris was behind him staring with narrowed eyes in my direction. I felt a pang in my heart; I don’t know what it meant. I turned around making my way to the bathroom, I felt like vomiting again. There was no one in the bathroom as I entered a stall. Closing the door behind me, I sat down on top of the back of the toilet with my feet on the seat of the toilet. I put my head into my hands, my eyes closing. The image of Chris was there. He haunted me, in class, when my eyes close, my dreams, if I have them, my thoughts. I sound like I’m obsessed. Am I? Would that explain the intense feelings I have for him? Am I insane or is it something else? What the hell, if it was something else it doesn’t matter anyway; it isn’t like I could do anything about it. I can’t have these feelings for him. They’re morally wrong.

          The door slammed open making me jerk out of my immoral thoughts.

          “Did you like see the way she like stumbled into class?” No doubt that that is Ali.

          “Oh my God, right?” I couldn’t tell who that is. Could be Rebecca or Trina, her real name is Katrina but everyone calls her Trina instead.

          “Girls, calm down. She isn’t worth the gossip or our attention. The slut gets enough attention when she works, if you call that working.” I couldn’t miss Stacy’s ice cold voice, causing me to shiver, suddenly feeling cold. There was something not right with the girl, and it was something more than just the popular mean girl.

          “Yeah, you’re like totally right. I wonder like how many guys she’s like slept with. I heard she like even slept with some girls too, like talk about disgusting.” Ali makes me want to claw my ears off. Not only is it her speech, but it’s also her high pitch screechy voice. I have never slept with anyone and I won’t unless it means something.

          “I hear she’s a prude, who still has her v-card.” How can I be a prude if I work as a stripper? I know I shouldn’t let them get to me, let alone listen to them, but I can’t help it, and I can’t help that it hurts either. Not much, but there’s still a sting to their words.

          “How can she be a prude if she takes her clothes off for money, Trina? I expect the stupidity from Ali, but not from you.” A chill ran down my spine again. Silence took over for the next few seconds or minutes, I couldn’t tell. I heard the door open with a bang as the door hit the wall behind it as they went out of the bathroom. I waited a couple of minutes after the door shut to get up, move out from the stall, to the sinks. I looked at myself in the mirror; I hadn’t realized I’d been crying.

          Dry trails of tears were showing on my pale, gaunt skin. I looked sickly, my black shiny tangled hair contrasted drastically against my skin. My lips were pale dry and cracked. Dark circles were around my eyes making me look like a zombie. I hadn’t eaten since Saturday morning; I barely eat so I’m weak and thin. I lifted up my many layers of shirts to see the skin underneath. Seeing my ribs made me wince in disgust. I turned halfway; my body was as thick as the width of my forearm. The door opened making my head turn towards it, instinctively I pushed all my layers down to cover the skin and bones I’ve become, but not before Rachel noticed. I could see the look on her face. Before I knew what was happening, she ran towards me pulling me into a tight hug. She pulled away just as I was about to hug her back.