Tired of love

Wrong choices

WARNING: This chapter has mature themes included, please either skip that part or leave the story 

September  19, 2016

I was now in 9th grade, I've earned the title "school shooter" the whole freshman class gave me the name because of how isolated I was from everyone and any activity that included socializing. Then again, can you blame me? I was hurt by so many people, I know what you've guys read it was just boys,  but it wasn't just boys. Keep reading to understand better.  I was waiting by the main stairway for my best friend- ex-best friend.  but she never showed up, I was getting hungry so I just headed off to the cafeteria by myself. Then I stopped. What I saw was my best friend making out with the boy that dumped me just yesterday.  They both spotted me after a couple of minutes, unable to move I stand there trying to prevent myself from crying, and they both just so happened to tell me the same excuse my 8th-grade ex told me. "It's not what it looks like" 

September  19,  2016 (6:00 PM)

I was in my bedroom working on an English project with my former best friend's boyfriend,  now I'll admit he's pretty hot and I use to like him before I met my ex. Seconds later I find myself pinned down by him  HERE COMES THE MATURE THEMES  he began to lick my cheeks and when I asked him what he was doing, he just said "Having fun~ think of it as payback towards Amber~"  so, I let him do his thing. he started to undress me then undress himself.  He kissed me from my neck to my stomach, to my p*ssy, I won't lie...I was enjoying every second.  Minutes later he's pounding into me from behind, good thing nobody was home, I was moaning like I had no home training, he's smacking my butt while cursing under his breath.  We soon enough passed out beside each other, then I heard the front door open. I jumped up out of bed and so did he, we were both rushing to get dressed as quickly as possible when we heard footsteps approaching us, I had him leave through the window.

September 21st, 2016 

SMACK I stand there in the hall, holding my cheek, a crowd of people surrounding me. "YOU THINK I WOULDN"T FIND OUT?! YOU SLUT!"  I found this funny because she was the one who started this whole mess, if she never slept with my boyfriend, we wouldn't be here, we would be off skipping class together or something.  Everyone surrounding us was either laughing, recording all this, or both. Moments later I'm on the floor...and all I can hear is the screaming of adults running towards me, then- everything went pitch black.

September 22,  2016 (In the hospital) 

I wake up and examine the room I'm in, almost everything was white, I never really liked white, I thought it was too bland. I  look forward and see my leg wrapped up in some sort of an off white bandage. My whole body felt sore, what happened to me? A nurse entered the room holding a clipboard and pen, the nurse sat down in a chair and started asking me questions, like if I knew where I was, or if I can describe what happened. I remember now...I answered the nurse, and I answered honestly. This isn't some movie where the girl lies to protect her ex-best friend from getting in trouble.  This is reality. I protect no one except for myself and my family.