Once Upon A Bet

/21/ Lies and shame

Dedicated to idontlikecooties, thanks a lot for your patience and support!

/ Two years ago /

I felt like crying as I headed out the Academy's library. This had been probaby the lamest meeting ever since I joined the Council. For starters, I only got notified about its existence two hours ago, the schedule hadn't been passed to me. And then it almost felt as if I was a burden in there more than a help.

Everyone had already everything settled up, every problem already had a solution and none of them were diverted to me. All the pressure I'd been under and the stress of being vice-president... just vanished.

Just like that.

Because no one wanted a slut as a former member of the Council.

I'd been receiving this looks all day. Pity, mockery, judgemental... as if I was the first girl to loose the V-card in here! It wasn't such a big deal, right? But yet having it filmed and expos-

No.

I won't allow my mind to go back to that night. I couldn't. Or I'll cry all over again, and this weekend I spent enough tears to last a life-time.

Clenching the books harder to my chest I lowered my head and fastened my pace to my locker. It really wasn't such a big deal. I don't know what was wrong with these people, I was the victim in all this. Why do they mortify me further?

I was tricked into this. I was betrayed. And yet they acted like I was the whore, the slut, because of that stupid video where I practically begged Jake to... to-

There it was again, the stinging in my eyes. I shook my head. Whatever. Like I'd said, I wasn't going back there.

The word somehow spread not only on our generation, but on our parent's as well, and before I could even fully processed it the rumor of this tape's existence had reached my parents in the Country Club.

If I thought having our classmates seeing it was bad, adding my parents to that list was way worse. Never in my life had I seen them so livid. I was sure my mother was ready to set the whole place on fire as she threatened to charge them for distribution of pornography, but apparently that would only confirm the rumors and stained the Jensen's reputation way more.

So I was now a whore to everyone on the east side of the river, but apart from the party, it was just people talking. I feared the moment it ended up on someone's social media profile or dirty website. God, please don't let it. But despites it not being on the Internet, still everyone in here had seen it.

I felt so vulnerable, so ashamed and exposed... but I couldn't convince mom for my life to let me skip a couple days until it settle down.

It's bee unbearable. Not only the constant joking and sneakers wherever I went, the obviously isolations from the rest of the student body and the complete and numbing loneliness sliding in my chest.

And the tag on my back.

The tramp tag, the easy tag.

The one that allowed girls to look at me like I'm some kind of bug and the guys to feel like they had the right to dirty stare.

Todd Horton even felt like he had the right to come and made some inappropriate propositions that got his friends laughing and my moral torn all the more. Therefore, I just decided to avoid everyone ever since.