Bad girl

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven.

Libia furiously wiped her eyes as more of that blasted paint fell into them. Her uniform was covered - ruined. But of course her shirt was fine - left behind in the gym where it had been ripped off of her, and she was very grateful to Damon for making my outfit more girly, making her wear an undershirt. The black boots Damon had given her were filled and squishing with each step she took. She panted out Her humiliated sobs as she ran, tears mixing with the red, white, and blue paint as it ran down her cheeks.

The fresh air did nothing to calm her, as it usually would have. Her chest constricted as her mind involuntarily went through the whole scene, and another sob broke free.

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The day went by fairly well. Other than having to sit next to him in class, Johnson and Libia didn't run into each other. Although the mischievous smile he gave her did nothing to calm her anger. 

Damon had to go to football practice today, so he was outside, while Libia had gym indoors. She was surprised, asking him when he'd joined the football team. He said it was a hobby and he wasn't that good. He'd informed her, quite happily, that his practice was only thirty minutes long, while Libia's was forty five, so he could watch her for a little while. Libia was happy too, knowing he'd be there.

So he walked her to class, kissed her on the cheek causing a raging blush, turned and left calling, "See ya, Babe!"

She wanted to swoon at his pet name, yet again, as she ogled his backside while he walked away. Sighing when he was out of sight, she turned and entered the gym. She was slightly late, seeing that everyone was here already. Fortunately their coach hadn't arrived yet, so she moved to sit down. 

Unfortunately, Bailey Summers had other ideas. She stepped in front of Libia just as she took a step forward, causing her to pause. She gave Libia an angelic smile. "Oh my gosh, those boots are adorable!" She gushed.

She laughed, albeit a little nervously. "Thank you."

"And your uniform shirt looks amazing on you!" She said, grabbing the material of her shirt, a little roughly.

"I...um...," She hesitated, unable to think of something appropriate to say.

Libia could feel her cheeks turning red as she tried desperately to think of something. Damn her shy attitude!

"You know what would be such a shame?" She mused, her hand tightening on Libia's shirt.

She looked up at her with wide eyes. "Huh?"

"It would be such a crying shame if this shirt...ripped somehow!" She said, her smile turning slightly crazed as she nodded to something behind Libia.

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her, and Libia shrieked as they ripped the shirt open, the buttons popping off and falling to the floor. 

"Oops!" She heard Johnson breathe in her ear, and she cringed away, tears filling her eyes.

She was so glad that she had worn an undershirt in that moment, and she silently thanked Damon for altering it and making her uncomfortable with showing so much cleavage, as strange as that sounded.

Johnson let her go, and she let out a cry as she was thrown to the floor. Bailey was on top of her in an instant, as her friends stood around and laughed at Libia's crying form under her. "Uh-oh! I've made her cry. Aw, it's okay, Libs. You can get another shirt!" She told Libia in a baby voice, pinching her cheek with added force as she twisted it.

She squeezed my eyes shut tightly as she let out another pained cry, wishing that she was anywhere but here.

"Come on guys, leave her alone!" Libia heard someone call from behind the crowd, but they ignored him.