(dedicated to @lovesoslh,thank you for the comments and for pitching the idea about showing stereotypes against blonde girls, you've definitely put it on my radar so watch this space!)
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Pushing past the cluster of students, I cringed in disgust as I caught one of them touching me up. It's become a normal occurrence and the best I could do was glare at them, but that in itself didn't do much.
A shoulder pushed past me, sending me tumbling to the ground, the cold hard granite grazing my hands. My books scattered across the tiles.
"Look where you're going slut," a voice hissed before moving past me, making sure to trample on my belongings once or twice as they moved away.
I clenched my eyes shut, my trembling hand snatching out to take back my books. I let my hair curtain my face, unwilling to let bystanders see my expression. I couldn't let them see they hurt me. I couldn't let them see that their words had an effect on me, it'd only encourage them to carry on.
Clenching my books tight to my chest, I stood up, took a shaky breath and walked away. To others my actions may have looked careless, confident and uncaring perhaps. But in reality my heart was oozing with hurt and pain.
Whoever said there was no hell on earth was very much mistaken.
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"Anya! Wait up!" The familiar voice nearly had me crying out in relief. Almost instantely, my body turned towards the source of the voice.
Heather.
The one and only friend who decided to stick by me through these past weeks. Everyone else had left, not wanting to be associated with a 'slut' but Heather, she stayed. And for that I probably owe her everything.
If there's one person I would consider my rock throughout these weeks it would be Heather. She helped me stay strong when I felt like breaking down, she supported me when there was no one else by my side.
"Hey! Do you always charge or could you make an exception this time?" The retort that screamed amongst the crowd was aimed my way, and everybody knew it.
"Oh fuck off assbag," Heather shouts whilst linking an arm with mine, "Anyone with a fear of catching an STD would refuse to screw you."
The boy blushed a deep red and spouted dark curse words towards Heather who only burst out laughing as she led me away from the crowd. I admired her ability to not give a shit.
"Hey, I was hoping to catch you today, I couldn't see you before class." Heather states, turning to look at me, a smile placed upon her lightly tanned face.
Probably because I was hiding.
"What's up?" I asked, walking towards the canteen, the sweet smell of food already filling my nostrils.
"So I heard from Ashley who heard from Lalim that there's a party on tommorrow night, do you want to come with?" Her hazel eyes pleaded with me, a small pout placed on her features.
"I don't....think mum would want me to go out late." I replied, stuttering here and there, a telltale sign that I was lying.
Mum wouldn't care, not about anything I did.
Heather narrowed her eyebrows, "I know you're lying An, you always stutter when you do. But think about it ok? I think it'd be good for you to let loose for once."
She was right, I did need to let loose.
"And maybe we can speak to Ria, you know the girl who started all this? Explain it was a mistake? Because I hate seeing you like this An."
My voice was small as I said the next word, "What if she doesn't accept the explanation?"
A grin bestowed upon her face, all wide, teeth on full display, "then we make her accept it."
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What do you guys think? Should she go or steer clear?
Comments or Votes are appreciated!