Falling For Styles

Chapter 12: Rumours (PART 2)

I DON'T KNOW WHY WATTPAD KEEPS PUTTING RANDOM GIFS OF ROSIE HUNTINGTON WHITELY ON MY CHAPTERS BUT IT WONT LET ME REMOVE THEM AND I DIDNT PUT THEM THERE SO IDK, WHAT THE HECK AJSHDHK sorry its just really annoying.

(at least she's pretty)

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Indy's POV

I ran down the hall as fast as my legs were willing to go with the little athletic training I had. If nearly being raped wasn't enough on its own, rumours about me being a slut and 'throwing myself' at the guy who nearly did so surely was. Now the whole school probably thinks I'm a desperate slut willing to get into guys pants, which clearly isn't the case, considering I'm a virgin. I tried to blink back a few tears but it didn't make much difference to the constant flow of salty water streaming down my cheeks. I didn't know exactly where I was planning on running to, all I knew was that it needed to be somewhere away from people.

As if on cue, I spotted a dark red door with the words 'cleaning supplies' printed across it just down the hall. Janitors cupboard, perfect. I sprinted towards it, throwing the door open and slamming it shut behind me in a blur of movements. I let my back lean against it, letting out a few strangled sobs as I tried to calm my breathing. I could feel the heavy beat of my heart against my chest, its pace unusually rapid. Usually in situations like this, all I wanted was to hug Harry as close to me as possible as I listened to the steady rhythm of his heart and his comforting whispers of reassurance, but right now I just wanted to be alone. I walked away from the door, slowly making my way further into the dimly lit cupboard where a shelf containing cloths and other cleaning products stood.

On the shelf was a white bottle labeled 'bleach.'

I stared at it for a moment in my broken down state, looking at it with glossy eyes as I let my mimd wonder.

Quickly, I shook my head, ridding the stupid impulsive idea from my mind.

A sudden wave of tears rushed over me at the thought. This time the sobs were much louder and heavier, as my whole body shook with fear. I was scared. So, so scared, that for a split second I actually considered ending my life over a stupid rumour. I hated that I had even thought of it and even more, I hated that this was all Jakes fault and he didn't even care. He didn't care about anything but that stupid tiny dick of his. And I hated it. I hated how I felt like this was the end of the world and he was probably having a great, care free time with his dickhead mates. I just wanted to scream and cry, and kick Jake in his stupid cocky face, breaking his precious nose. That would be good, great even, but it wasn't an option. So instead I was stuck in this dimly lit janitors closet, shaking in uncontrolled sobs, scared by my own thoughts.

Then, as if out of no where, the door suddenly creaked open allowing a strip of light to illuminate the small cupboard.

With my back faced the opposite way, I first assumed it was Harry, or maybe even the actually Janitor himself, but I couldn't have been more wrong.

"Hello Princess."

I felt the goosebumps rise on the back of my neck at the sound of his venomous voice. The sound made my heart catch in my chest and my breathing hitch. Not knowing what else to do, I slowly turned around, my body now silently shaking.

Reaching behind him, Jake closed the door, clicking the lock so it was just me and him alone in a locked closet. I had a feeling he wasn't here to apologise.

He took a step forward, looking down at me with that stupid smug expression that seemed to be ever present on his disgusting face. How dare he come in here and look at me like that after everything he did. How dare he.