I could hear whispers as I walked through the hall, head down, eyes on the floor.
"I heard that she goes out back and blows guys by the gym," one said.
"Well, I heard the she makes around a hundred bucks a customer," another shot back.
I just wanted to get out of the hall, just grab my stuff and bolt out of this hell-hole. The whisperers didn't even know my story, the awful tale that got messed up and twisted into the story of a slutty girl trying to get her hands on as many boyfriends as she could. The truth was almost as bad as the lie.
I reached my locker at last, but not after heaing more nasty whispers and one girl throw a water bottle at my face, shouting, "Skank!". I didn't have to look up to know that it was Kate, my ex- best friend, that threw the bottle. Taking a deep breath, I simply picked up the half- empty bottle and threw it in the trash before continuing.
"Hey, are you that Maria girl everyone's talking about?" one girl asked me when I reached my locker.
"I suppose so," I replied. "That depends; how many other Maria girls do you see around here that are getting water bottles thrown at their faces and are being called a prostitute?"
The girl ignored my sarcasm and plowed right on. "Is it true then? All those rumors that you-"
I cut her off. "You're a freshman aren't you?" She nodded. "Well, all I can say right now is that there will be a lot of rumors like this in high school. Don't believe a single one." I grabbed my bag and slammed the locker shut, stomping down the hallway, the whispers beginning to get louder again.
"So, it's not true?" the girl asked, following after me.
"No, it's not. But try to tell them that," I murmured, jerking my thumb towards the clusters of people gossiping.
Without looking back, I climbed the stairs to senior hall. When I reached the top, there was an instant of silence, which was unusual from the normally boisterous seniors. I looked up to see all eyes on me, the older kids frozen in whatever positions they were in when they saw me. I continued my walk, and the seniors instantly began to unfreeze, shouting things at me, whistling at me, throwing empty pop cans at me and laughing.
After another eternity of facing the hellish senior hall, I reached my Bio class hurt, wet, and relieved. I spotted the person I had wanted to see all day sitting with his back to me, chatting with one of his friends. I walked up to him and tapped his shoulder, grinning widely. They both stopped talking, the guy facing me staring at me. Ryan turned to face me and the expression on his face shocked me. He was angry, absolutely fuming from the looks of it. I was so surprised and frightened by his sudden anger towards me, I took two steps back, palms up in surrender.
"I'm not talking to you," he hissed through his teeth. "I don't talk to back-stabbing whores."
"But Ryan, we're friends," I stammered.
"We were friends," he admitted. "Not anymore." He turned back to his friend, giving me the cold shoulder.
"I thought that you of all people would understand," I whispered, before turning around and taking a seat.
The tears finally began to fall, leaving puddles on my desk and continuing to fall, much to my embarassment, as the rest of the class came in. Everyone refused to sit next to me and tried to sit as far away from me as possible. The last boy that came in groaned when he took a seat by me, leaning away from me on the very edge of his seat.
"Touch me and I'll call the cops, slut," he threatened.
I heard laughter behind me, and I watched Ryan laughing cruelly at the boy's joke. I slammed my head on the desk, sobbing hysterically while several other people laughed at my misfortune and the teacher barked at everyone to shut up. I buried my face in my hands and just blocked them all out, and, fortunately for me, people were all too happy to ignore me.
the repetition does take away from the decent writing style which obviously is a great shame.
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