Everything was going just swell. Spiffing. Absolutely darn perfect.
That was of course if the new definition for all of those words means, 'one of the worst times of my life'.
I would say Ash had gone back to being just as bad as he was before the night of the party, but that we be a lie.
He was worse.
He treated me like some sort of object that one second deserved to be thrown away and the other abused both mentally and physically.
Anyway, I was trying to keep as positive as I could because everyone knows that if you try and be happy it can help lighten your mood blah blah blah.
Then P.E happened.
I already despise hockey with my whole heart, so add all of this chaos into the middle, it's my worst nightmare.
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"Get out Skyter."
I glanced up from the pair of jeans in my hands and instantly was met with the entire male group of my sports class looking down on me.
"H-huh?" I stuttered, placing my clothes warily back into my bag.
"You heard what he said, get out you freak." The blond haired guy who said that crossed his arms while standing next to Ash, disgust in his eyes.
"Why?" I questioned, confused as to why they were telling me to get out of the changing room.
"We don't want you seeing us naked." Another guy in the back piped up and I scoffed, all the previous feeling vanishing.
"Hold up. One, it's very bold of you to assume I would want to look at any of your tiny dicks or hairy chests. Two, why now? I've changed here the same amount of times you lot have. So why do you seem to think you can boss me around?" I sneered, raising an eyebrow and leaning back against one of the many red lockers.
"Listen up twink, if I say get out. You move." Ash hissed, lunging forward and shoving me roughly. I winced as my back hit the metal with such force I was sure there would be bruising later.
"And if I tell you to get the fuck off me, you do." I lifted my leg and kicked him in the balls, scooped up my bag and hockey stick, and began walking towards the door.
He shouted out in pain to which I replied with a sadistic sounding chuckle, only to see him come running after me seconds later.
"Gotta go!" I called, pushing the doors open and running down the corridor. I noticed Brooke, one of Lilas friends who happened to be in my class, walking down the hallway.
And I'm pretty sure she saw me too, considering the state I was in.
Her eyes widened before a smile fell onto her lips, and she intercepted my running.
Ushering me into the girls changing room, she pulled the door almost completely close behind me, and I leant against the wall to catch my breath.
Only then did I realise the room was filled with around fifteen girls all wrapped in towels or barely dressed.
"Sorry!" I squeaked, turning for the door, but Brooke slammed it shut and turned the lock.
I cursed under my breath until I heard the all too familiar voice reverberate through the door.
"Where'd he go?" His voice was muffled, but I could still understand and I decided keeping completely silent would be the better option.
"Who? River?" Brooke asked her reply, sounding fairly sincere.
"Who do you think." Ash snapped, and I felt like going out there and slapping him for speaking like that to my saviour.
"Don't get your dick in a twist, geez. But they went down there."
"Mind if I check in there to make sure you're not hiding anything?" I heard his voice deepen slightly, but Brooke let out a short, curt laugh.
"Perv. My girls are getting changed," she began, and I heard her shuffle softly. "So no. You're not going in there."
"Ugh, fine. See you Bree." He spoke carelessly, and his words were followed by fading footsteps.
"It's Brooke!" She shouted before tutting and pulling the door open once again.
"You're welcome." She smiled before grabbing my arm and dragging me towards the room of girls.
"Woah woah woah! They hate me!" I wriggled out of her grasp and back up against one of the toilet doors.
"No they don't you big teddy bear. Come on!" She sang, and then proceeded to throw me into the room.
"Listen up girlies! He's gay and also the sweetest guy you'll ever meet, so play nice." With those words, she turned on her heels and walked back out, leaving me with a whole group of girls I hardly knew.
Silence enveloped the lavender smelling room, and for a moment, I felt like melting into a puddle and disappearing forever.
Then suddenly, they all bombarded me.
"He's so cute!"
"Look how fluffy his hair is!"
"His lips are so soft!"
"You see that? That's fashion."
I was almost knocked over from the sudden wave of touches and voices coming at my from all directions, and I squeaked before stumbling backwards.
"Calm down! We're gonna suffocate the poor guy." A surprisingly low yet still smooth voice shouted, and they all instantly stopped dead.
A red haired girl appeared from within the group, and they all made a path for her so that she could stop directly in front of me.
"The names Scarlett, but call me Scar. Now then. Bring in the box." She gave me a wide smile that radiated power energy before signalling the rest of them towards the showers.
I gulped loudly, mind spinning and running at a crazy speed trying to figure out what the hell 'the box' could be.
However, when two of them returned carrying a medium sized, wooden storage crate between them, I sighed and took a seat where Scar had previously told me to.
"You have to keep completely still for this part, or it's gonna be a pain to clean up. Oh also? You might want to keep your mouth shut." I nodded shakily and she grabbed my hand causing me to wince and close my eyes.
"Calm down scaredy cat, all we're doing is painting your nails." She laughed and the others joined in, practically diving into the box and pulling out a variety of various different colours.
Before I knew it, my hands were pinned down onto a table with five of them working on my cuticles and nail polish, three of them applying a face mask to me and five more messing around with my hair. The remaining few were routing through their bags and pulling out any make up or beauty products they didn't have stored in the massive crate.
After a few minutes of jokes and giggles being shared, I decided to start up an actual conversation. "Why do you have such a nice changing room? I mean, despite the fact they you're all actually nice and take care of your hygiene."
That pulled a laugh of of a few of them, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Boys are just disgusting in general. Apart from you, your skin is so well looked after I could think you were fake." A girl called Rosie giggled, and I sniggered.
"You're not wrong there. God knows why I turned out gay, they're all as bad as each other."
"Yeah. Boys are idiots." Lizzy commented, rolling her eyes before going to check on the others.
"But hey, what happened with you and Ash?" Scar asked as she walked over with her arms full of dangerous looking weapons.
"What the hell is that?" I jumped as she whipped out some kind of torture device, and all of them burst out into laughter.
"It's an eyelash curler, Rivvy. But yeah. What did happen with you and Ash?" Alicia asked, tilting her head to the side slightly and smiling.
"Oh... aha. I knew that. But with me and Ash? A lot happened, but that picture with the... er, belt isn't real." I rubbed the back of my neck and looked down at my freshly painted nails. They were black with a slight dusting of a strange looking red powder that I decided to not ask about.
"I KNEW IT!" One of them shouted, standing up swiftly and throwing her fist into the air.
"I didn't take you for that kinda guy. Plus, you have much higher standards than that idiot."
"Says you! I saw you making out with him the other day!"
"After he grabbed your ass!"
"Oh I swear to gOD!"
I laughed as a bitchy best friend fight broke out between five of them, yet I couldn't help but sadden at their words. He kissed me for the same reason he kissed every other girl.
Just for the pleasure of it.
Nothing about kisses meant anything to him anymore, and I highly doubted sex did either. While I was still a virgin, he probably lost his v card in year four. Sighing, I looked back up at the three gossiping friend left messing with my hair and began to speak.
"This face mask thing is tingling, and I have class in twenty minutes." I beamed as they started running around manically while screaming at each other to get mascaras, eyeshadows, eyeliners, concealers and a variety of things that even I hadn't heard of.
Fifteen minutes later and I looked like some kind of famous Instagram model, so they rushed me outside and began to take hundreds of pictures.
"Pout just a little tiny bit more."
"Expose that sexy ass collar bone of yours!"
"THERE! DON'T MOVE."
I never enjoyed the aftermath of a P.E lesson more.
Since we were all having way too much fun, five of us decided to skip fourth period and spend that hour chatting and admitting out crushes to each other. I wished that Lila and Harry were here too, but I'd tell them all about it later.
It surprised me that four out of the five had all crushed on Ash, and ended up getting their heart broken after making out with him, a few of them going further.
"It's kind of disgusting how many people he's had sex with." I scrunched my nose up in distaste and the others hummed or nodded in approval.
"Do you have a crush on anyone Rivvy?" Alicia asked curiously, smiling as I almost broke my neck by spinning to see her.
I thought for a moment, contemplating that question in my head.
Sheepishly looking down at my hands, admiring the coating of gloss coating them, I sighed.
"Honestly, yeah I do. But I have no goddamn clue why because he treats me like I'm worthless and sometimes makes me feel like I shouldn't even be here."
They all sighed in harmony before Scar wrapped an arm around my shoulder softly, and Lizzy took my right hand in hers while Rosie took my left.
"By that description, I'm sure we can all tell who it is. But you know what they say. We love those who hurt us and hurt those who love us."
Scarlets words hit me hard as I realised how true that was. It shouldn't work like that, but it does.
"I don't want to get your hopes up, but the fact that he kissed you is shocking. I never expected him to be bi." Rosie looked deep in thought as she looked up at the cloudy Autumn sky, eyelashes batting as the wind blew particularly hard.
"Oh he's not. According to him I'm just a gay twink that he can hit of feel up whenever he pleases. He's also not bi after calling me pretty, kissing my lips on two different occasions and groping my thigh. Because that completely screams straight. Right?"
I gasped and tried to catch my breath after my figure of speech had finally ended. No one spoke for a few long lasting seconds, until the four of them let out synchronised, dark sounding chuckles.
"Oh there's definitely some feeling flying around in here, and I assure you that soon enough, something big is going to happen,"
Scar paused for a moment, and I swear she did it just for the dramatic effect.
"And he's going to realise exactly what he's feeling."
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Something big is gonna happen soon, and I'm excited to see what you're all going to think!
I can't thank you enough for reading this far, it means so much.
Also, what are your thoughts on Ash?
- Storm ð¹