Chapter 2
"You bitch," she hissed, her eyes narrowing, her every word leaking venom.
My own eyes narrowed in confusion as I tried to understand the purpose of the attack.
I tilted my head, hacking through my brain, trying to remember the name of the girl who stood in front of me.
"You think you can just screw my boyfriend you pathetic fucking slut?
Thinking I wouldn't find out?" The once noisy hallways was now dead silent as people hurried around us in a circle, no doubt wanting to see the commotion that was taking place.
Fights weren't an uncommon occurrence at school, but by the way thr students milled around us you'd think they had never seen a dispute in their lives.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about," I whimper, my hand cradling my throbbing cheek, trying to ease the pain, vastly aware of all the eyes on us.
"Stop with the bullshit.
I'm not stupid.
My friends saw you go in that room with him at Kylie's party." Her expression was deadly, she looked ready for murder and frankly, it scared me.
"I - I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about," I stutter, the fear evident by the way my voice quivers.
And by the crazy twinkle in her eye I can tell that she's caught on of my fear.
"Really?
Then explain this." She sneers, shoving an iPhone into my face, but it's not the phone that she wants me to look at, it's the picture on the phone.
My mouth opens, and then closes again as I drink in the picture.
The picture is dark but clear enough that you could see two figures locked in an intimate embrace.
It was clear enough that you could see me pressed against a wall, a boy leaning into me, his lips on mine.
I recognise the setting almost ìnstantly.
"T-that's your boyfriend?" I ask, my head trying to wrap around the fact that I kissed someones boyfriend.
Hell, I had slept with someone else's boyfriend.
"Don't act so surprised, fucking whore," her words were daggers, each stabbing straight into my heart.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't even know-"
"Save it," she cut off my apology with a look.
"Next time, open your legs for someone who isn't already in a relationship, or better yet, don't open your legs at all, who knows how many diseases you carry with you, wouldn't want anyone else to contract anything would you now?
Sluts like you disgust me." With those words, she flounced off, leaving a large group of people staring at me, most in disgust, a few in shock and a rare one or two holding back an amused smile.
And just like that the one place where I felt safe became my very own personal hell.
T for Tears:.
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 Calvinon 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 Calvin 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.
whore(hɔː/)
noun:.derogatory
1.a prostitute.
synonyms:prostitute, promiscuous woman,slut, sex worker, call girl.
verb:.
1.(of a woman) work as a prostitute.
"she spent her life whoring for dangerous men"
synonyms:work as a prostitute, prostitute oneself, sell one's body, sell oneself,walk the streets, be on the streets,solicit, work in the sex industry
W for War:.
The words never stopped.
They made my skin crawl.
Their vulgar suggestions making me want to scratch out my skin and get rid of every part of me that made them think I was a slut.
Get rid of every flaw, I wanted to step out of my body.
I wanted to leave my body in the dump and run away, somewhere far, far away from here.
Somewhere where their words wouldn't be able to reach me.
But I couldn't do that.
"How does ten pounds an hour sound?
I would go higher but you are a cheap slut after all." A disgusting wink thrown towards my way, the words were obvious weapons unleashed to wound me.
"Dude, go for five or even two quid.
A filthy slag like 'er don't even cost that much.
She'd take anything you give her man."
I tried to ignore them, but I could feel the words piercing through my heart.
Stab after stab, the pain never got any better.
Clenching my eyes tight, I turned away, I didn't deserve any of this.
I wasn't a slut.
I wasn't a whore.
I wasn't a skank.
I was none of them.
I didn't deserve any of this.
Did I?
H for Hell:.
"What do you say we ditch the next lesson and go somewhere more private?" My teeth graze over the shell of his ear as I whispher the words to him.
His chocolate brown eyes blink in surprise.
He pauses for a moment as I lean away from him, licking my pink tinted lips in wicked invitation.
"I don't know about that," he mumbles, his eyes glancing back to the classroom which we should have entered precisely five minutes ago.
Placing a finger under his chin I turn his head so he's facing me.
"We're already late, might as well make it worth it," I utter, leaning slightly forward, aware that the low cut top I wore made my persuasion that much easier.
People wanted a slut.
So they got one.
"What do you say honey?" I trail my fingers across his chest, my hands making their way lower and lower.