The Lies We Told On Thursday Nights

29. Tuesday: Hidden Bathroom (DINA)

Hey everyone! Sorry this is super super super late, but here is the chapter. It's from Dina's POV, to know why go to the previous chapter.

Dina

Tuesday 12:45 pm

"Kamas a birch" her voice was sharp and controlled, no betrayed hysteria.

In a single cohesive movement I saw her hand with her long neon pink nails hover inches from my own check.

I shut my eyes prepared for the impact. I've heard of Jayla's slaps. I've heard her slaps are so bad they'd count as an illegal dorm of torture in the army. I've heard her slaps can push you cheekbones up into your brain.

I was prepared for pain, for paralyzation. But the pain wasn't what I feared most; it was the humiliation.

I swear half the school huddled around us, watching with amazement.

And then I felt it. Her hand against my cheek, her hand was cold, her sharp nails grazing my cheek.

I didn't feel much pain, not at first, just a sting, subtle like a paper cut.

I didn't attempt to touch the slap, I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of my pain.

I shook my head, trying to remain completely iniddifered.

"Bitch," I muttered. My voice was quiet but surely heard. I spoke with a sense of dignity. I was not going to let her destroy me.

I glanced over her shoulder to find the team behind her. I instantly searched for my boyfriend Blake. His facial expression was hard to pin down, but I have this keen ability to read people. He was the perfect mix of concern for my well being and embarrassed.

As if what happened to me embarrassed him, as if when I did the right thing, it made him ashamed.

He always does this, puts his reputation above our honest love. Well, at least in public.

Alone though, Blake and I have a connection, an affinity for each other that no other teenage love has.

Alone he is there for me, beside me, listens to me. But at school that wasn't and never will be the case.

I caught his eyes, his look seldom. He mouthed "Are you ok?"

Nodding I turned around, infuriated with everyone's judging stares.

I had to fight to get out of the circle of gawking idiots; they were cornering me as if they wanted to watch me dance around in their cage.

I became slightly violent, shoving the kids away.

I didn't care.

Once able to breath again, I began moving quickly towards my secret hiding place. I wasn't running though, I didn't want to seem desperate or anything like that. I wanted to strut with my dignity.

Luckily no one followed me as I rounded the corner and exited the back door into the open field. Kids were walking across the field, but they hadn't heard of the incident, so they didn't give me a second look.

I was crying yet, that surprised me. I tend to cry a lot, alone in my room. Or occasionally in the abandoned restroom I was heading to now.

(Same building/place from a few chapters ago where Levi when to have a break down and Emery saw/heard)

It felt good once I hit the barricade of silence, the furthers building that remains mostly abandoned, mostly vacant, and definitely out of prying eyes.

I still hadn't cried; in fact I didn't feel like crying. The pain, at the moment at least was none existant. My cheek still terrifyingly numb.

Once entering the bathroom, I well...I stopped. I heard something. Iy was quiet but distinct, someone was heaving and gagging.