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The next time I walk the hallways it felt as if everyone's eyes were on me. Their stares judging my movements.
"I heard she opened her legs for Deacon the moment he showed interest in her." It was a whisphered remark but I heard it nonetheless. The owner of the voice sneering at me as I walked past her.
"I don't even see why he went for her. I mean, look at her." Her friend replied. But unlike the first girl, this one said it loud and clear. It was obvious she wanted me to hear her thoughts on the situation.
With a glare in her direction, I pushed through the crowd, trying to get to my lesson on time. I didn't want any trouble following me into my studies. These days it was the only stable thing I could hold onto.
A whistle sounded to my left.
"Hey baby, you and me? What do you say? We could go all night." I didn't know the boy who said the words and by the looks of it, he was a good year younger than me. Biting my lips to stop myself from fuelling his idiotic remark even more, I ignored him, purposely turning my back on him.
"What the fuck you slag. You can't just ignore me. So what makes old Deac so great that you can blow him and not me?"
Sniggers surround him, his friends obviously finding his comment amusing. My stomach lurchesld and soon it feels like the contents of my lunch may just make a reappearance.
Clenching my fists into a tight ball, I walk up to the boy. He would have been considered cute, shame how his filthy mouth destroys any attraction he may have held.
"Sorry, but there's not exactly anything significant to, as you so nicely put it, blow." I glance down on him, plastering a fake, wide smile onto my lips.
"You sleazy whore. Who do you fucking think you are?" He hisses, lunging towards me, his hands stretched out, hoping to cause at least some sort of damage. His friends hold him back, no doubt wanting to prevent him from getting into any trouble by the teachers.
"Let me go guys, need to teach this bitch a fucking lesson," he retorts, causing me to cringe at his potty language. Turning my back on him once more, I try to continue the walk back to my classroom.
Key word being tried.
A hard hand stopped me in my place, looking up, I realised it was the same black haired girl that had accused me of sleeping with her boyfriend just yesterday.
"You've messed with the wrong person." A threat.
I stand there, my mouth failing me of any words as I take in her angry expression.
"The whole school knows you're a slut. They all know about what you did, don't think I'll let you get away with it so easily. People like you disgust me, slagging around and opening up to anyone with a dick. If I ever see you around my boyfriend again I will end you, do you understand?"
I could only nod in response.
"Good, now move out of my way you skank."
And with that she barged past me, not giving me a second glance. I watched her walk away, seeing her figure vanish into the distance.
And when I was completely sure she had left, I made my way towards the girls toilets, locked myself into a cubicle and sobbed until I felt no more emotion.
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