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chapter eleven

tw: mentions of homophobia

staring at my air forces on my feet, i walked down the same hallway of the same school i'm at every day. well, i wouldn't call it school, more like mental torture.

"hey look who it is. the biggest dyke of the school."

i turned my head to stare at the assholes that always shout the same things at me every day. the three of them were always together, like a little gang of pussy boys. i rolled my eyes, turning away from them and continuing walking.

it's not that i'm scared of them, i just don't have the energy to fight back to their dumbass.

"don't fucking walk away from me, faggot." the same boy shouted, grabbing my arm and spinning me around.

i snatched my arm away, furrowing my eyebrows and glaring at him. i could feel my eyes darken as i kept my eyes on him. they oohed and stared at me with smirks on all of their faces.

"ooh is the dyke finally gaining some confidence?"

"i've always had confidence, i've just never bothered with you fools." i said and turned to walk away again.

i stepped forward but it wasn't until one of the guys slapped my ass that i turned back around and punched him square in the face. i heard his nose crack which made me wince a little, a smirk forming on my lips.

"who the fuck do you think you're touching?" i asked. by now, a huge crowd gathered to stare at the four of us. the other two guys looked frightened as i straddled the same guy and threw more punches at his face.

he was bleeding pretty badly and it wasn't until i heard another crack that i got pulled away, unfamiliar arms wrapping around my waist to drag me off him.

"calm down babygirl." a soft voice whispered into my ear. i couldn't recognise the voice but at this point i didn't care. i stared at my bloody and bruised knuckles and i felt tears prick my eyes.

"what the fuck are y'all looking at?" the same raspy but soft voice asked and the crowd soon dispersed. with their arms still around my waist, they carry me all the way to the bathroom and sat me down on the sinks.

it was only then that i'd finally gained a look at the girl. she had dark black hair with highlights of purple streaking through it. her bright blue eyes made me feel like i was about to get lost in them, intimidating but soft. her skin was flawless, not one single blemish or spot to be seen. she had the tiniest little button nose and her full lips shined with what looked like some substance plastered onto them. she was wearing an oversized outfit; a huge, white long sleeved top with a pair of black shorts that had designs on them.

"you done staring, mama?" her raspy voice asked. i felt my cheeks heat up at her statement as she stepped forward, standing in between my legs.

"mmm, not yet." i replied, gaining some confidence which seemed to take her back, clearly not expecting it.

she smiled, shaking her head a little before getting a good look at me, dragging her eyes up and down my body. i stared at her for a little longer, watching her gaze move up and down.

"you done staring, mama?" i mimicked her from earlier and she raised her eyebrows with a smirk.

"mmm, not yet." she said, the same smirk on her face as she mimicked me.

"you fucked him up, huh?" she asked, taking a glance at my bruised knuckles that were still bleeding.

i replied with a small "mhm", feeling the black haired girls soft hands grab mine and bring them closer to her face, getting a closer look at my knuckles. she frowned, pulling away from my hand and staring back into my eyes.

"what do you say about coming to my house so i can clean them bruises up and then some taco bell after?" she asked me, a smile on her face.

"that sounds perfect..." i trailed off, waiting for her name.

"billie."

"that sounds perfect, billie." i smiled.