Bad Boys Need Love Too

Chapter 31: Carrie

It has been 3 days since the incident and for those past few days, I've been driving myself to school with my beat-up beetle. But today I came late due to I had to restart my car a couple of times as it suddenly stops in the middle of the road.

"I'm sorry." Knocking as I enter late for homeroom.

"I'll let this slip this time because you're one of my best students." I nodded. "Go to your seat." I quickly sat down to my chair, I felt something wet touch my bottom. I immediately check on it and red paint was splattered on top of it messing my pants. I heard a couple of laughter as I sat on it, glancing at Nina who was directly laughing at my situation. I bite back my urge to cry, instead, I smiled at them.

I sat on my red-painted chair the whole class when the bell rang I hurriedly out the door to my locker for my spare gym pants. To my surprise, it wasn't just my seat that was painted red but also my locker, with the word slut written on it. I can feel eyes criticizing my whole personality, without even trying to know the whole truth.

"Don't mind them." I said to myself, opened my locker and took my gym pants to the comfort room. No one was there, so I swiftly change my pants to not be late for the next period. I was on my phone checking if Sebastian might have already replied to my texts, but he only leaves it on read. Sighing as I tried to get a hold of myself and not drown in the pit of misery I was in. I was about to open the cubicle door when someone yelled outside the door.

"This is what happens to sluts." And then a red liquid was spilled over me, soaking me and my things in it. I was still trying my hardest to not cry and get the torture that I have been experiences get to me. As the door closed to the comfort room and the giggles finally subsided, I got out of the cubicle, looking at myself in the mirror. It was like a scene from the Carrie movie, but I didn't have the powers and the guts to get back at them.

Taking some roll-up tissue, I tried to wipe off my wet hair and my red-colored face. I suck in a breath before stepping out of the comfort room. All I heard was loud laughter that was directly pointed at me. I saw Sebastian walking towards me, I hoped that he'll come and rescue me from everything that is happening, but he didn't even spare me a glance and just walk pass me. I know I have been the new clown of the school and I don't mind, but Sebastian not caring at all was more than I can handle, it was painful than everything combined.

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I didn't finish the whole day and went straight back home, I rushed to get all the residue of the mixture out of my body, scrubbing it forcefully that it led to some scratches. I thought of cleaning my room, so I wouldn't have to think much about my misfortune.

I just finish folding my clothes and neatly stored them in my closet. My table was already clean with the clusters away from doing homework last night. I was about to change my sheet for a new one when I smelled Sebastian's cologne lingering on my pillow. I miss him so bad that it's breaking my heart to pieces repeatedly, hugging the pillow that smells like him was the closest thing I have to remember him.

The pain that was building up to my body was worse than I thought it would be. I just couldn't live with myself knowing that I hurt the people that I love, if only there is a way, I could make the pain go away.

The next day I didn't come to school, told dad that was sick and couldn't make it to school today. I curled up in bed just staring at the ceiling, pitying myself because of my stupid decisions in life.

Nate has been blowing my phone nonstop since the incident that every unknown number calling, I rush to block off my contacts. He has done enough trouble and I don't want anything else to do with him.

I was now on my laptop searching for suggestions on transferring to another school or just sign up for home school. I haven't told dad about everything that happened, how Nina and I are not friends anymore, that Sebastian and I already had broken up and how one guy messed my life in so many ways.

"You awake?" Dad knocking on my door before opening it.

"Yeah." I weakly said.

"I brought you some soup." He was carrying a tray in his hands; he places it by my bedside table and checks my forehead for temperature. "You don't seem to have a fever."

"I'm just probably over fatigue and needs some rest." I told him, giving him a faint smile.

"Okay." He nodded. "Did Sebastian visit you already or maybe Nina?"

"No." I shook my head slowly to keep myself from getting nauseous suddenly. "They're busy with school stuff, they've already texted me." I lied.

"If you say so, do you need anything else?" He asks.

"No, I'm good."

"Just call me if you need anything, okay?" He kisses the top of my head.

"Thanks, Dad." And he left closing the door behind him.

I took my phone and scan towards Instagram. I haven't been seeing Nina or Sebastian's profile, they must have blocked me, but luckily Chris still hasn't. He somehow still gives me a short nod or pity smirk but never more when we run into each other at school. I tap on his profile, he's currently in a random Friday party right now, he posted a photo 30 minutes ago with some of his friends, then I saw Sebastian he was smiling next to a girl that was giving him a kiss on the cheek. Pain and sadness suddenly rush through me, that a teardrop into my phone screen that I quickly wiped.

"It's your fault, so you don't have the right to feel heartbroken." I shut my phone down and think of something other than Sebastian.