Sluts & Suicide

b r o n t i d e

brontide: (n) the low rumble of distant thunder

Whispers ran up and down the hall. Emme's ears caught some.

"OMG. She must be the new girl. I heard that she's a huge slut."

"I'm pretty sure she's suicidal. Isn't that why she's even here?"

"She lives with Lesley Warren. I bet she's stuck up."

All Emme could think was Oh great. She has a reputation here too, and now she has to uphold it. She'd have to be the slut again.

She gritted her teeth, to keep the tears from falling. To focus on a different pain. She held her head up instead of watching her feet. No one approached her.

She wanted so bad to prove everyone wrong, but then there would be retaliation and that would cause an uproar. Emme could bet that the school didn't want that. Looks like she would have to find her classes on her own.

Emme eventually found her homeroom class and entered just as the bell rang. The teacher looked to be in her mid 40's. She smelled like cigarettes. Ew, gross.

Her voice croaked as she spoke, "Ah, you must be Emerson. Welcome to Rill Academy. As you probably already know, I'm Mrs. Talbunde."

Emme nodded and said quietly but confidently, "I'm Emerson as you know. But I preferred to be called Emme."

Now it was Mrs. Talbunde's turn to nod. She clapped her hand quiet loudly to silence the class.

"Students, This is Emme. You all know this is our new student. Make sure to give her a warm welcome," Mrs. Talbunde croaked. A few 'welcomes' could be heard and Emme headed towards the back of the class where the only empty desk was. Next to it was a boy in a black leather jacket with light brown hair. He was quite cute.

He turned his head to get a good look at her when she sat down. Emme looked back at him and she was reminded of Cam. Sadness struck her like a huge wave and she was drowning again. She looked away and out the window as she could no longer hold back her tears. 

A tiny, baby tear slid down her cheek. Emme hastily wiped it away and looked forward. When she did, she noticed a folded piece of paper on her desk. She picked it up and opened it. Being the master of hiding notes, she read it.

In a slightly messy scrawl, it said Hi.

So simple but meant so much. He was the first person that had talked, well interacted, with her so far.

She took out a red pen and wrote back Hi? She handed the note to him as Mrs. Talbunde explained to the class an upcoming test.

When he read what she had written, he smiled and shook his head. What was so amusing?

He took out his pencil and wrote something down. When he handed it over, Emme opened it and read what he had written.

My name is Christian. Meet me after class?

Immediately, Emme felt unsure. What if all he wanted was sex? Emme wrote down on the note, what do you want??

When Christian got the note he frowned. Emme instantly knew the look. He had expected a slutty answer. Something like 'yes daddy'. Emme was disappointed. Is that all guys wanted? Is that all Cam wanted? Worry hit her like a bus and she jerked her phone out and opened up her messages.

Cam💕

that sucks. i miss u :(