Crystal Chapter Four Class

Crystal

Chapter Four

Class

 

I hang up my phone, drop it in my bag and leave for the library. I don’t know how long it will take for Gabriel to meet me. To say it’s been an eventful morning, would be an understatement.  Ryan has been texting me, or rather sexting me. He’s been telling me what he wants to do to me and asking me what I want to do to him. I keep changing the subject. I’m intrigued, but I’m bad at this. Ryan would be with me, but he’s with his debate friends, pre-planning or practicing, or something. I just know the club takes up a lot of his time. But that’s the price he has to pay if he wants to be a lawyer. Why he’s chosen law I’ll never know. As far as I know his parents haven’t pushed him into it. I’ve always felt that his time would be better spent learning a trade, or taking some engineering classes. He has a great technical mind, but law is the path he chose and I hope he can learn to be the best lawyer. I just worry that’s he’s bitten off more than he can chew.

            I’m glad that Ryan’s club has given me a way to spend time with Gabriel. I like getting to know him. When he dropped me off last night, he gave me a deep passionate kiss. I asked him to come inside with me, but he turned me down. One thing that I like about Gabriel is the fact that he doesn’t pressure me for sex. I feel that he wants more with me than that, and I feel at ease around him. It was probably a good thing he didn’t come into the dorm, Tiffany was moving in and I’m not ready for her to meet Gabriel just yet. I sized her up again, really looking at her. She’s the same height as me. Her hair could be styled better, but it still suited her in a weird way. Her features were rather plain, and she definitely didn’t dress the same as Emily. Emily’s style screamed sex, while Tiffany’s style seemed humble in comparison. She was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, much like what I would wear. I couldn’t really tell much about her body. Her t-shirt was baggy, so it was really hard to judge, but she wasn’t fat and she wasn’t super thin. She looked healthy.

“It’s about time you show up.” She said as I stood in the doorway.

“Do you need me to help with anything?” I asked, when I noticed the stack of boxes in the living area.

“I would love it if you could help me move the rest of the boxes into the room.” She said looking relieved.

“Okay,” I answered, dropped my bag on the table, and picked up a box. It was really heavy. “What do you have in here, bricks?”

“No.” She answered and carried a box to her room and I followed her. “Just set the box down on the floor.” She said. I carefully eased the box onto the beige carpet that is the same color as mine and looked around the room. I’ve never been in here, but it doesn’t look much different from mine. The closet is on the opposite wall as mine, the paint is the same off-white color, and in the corner sits a bed that is identical to mine. There are boxes all over the floor, every single one is closed and sealed with tape. I follow Tiffany out of the room and help her move the rest of the boxes in one by one. They’re all heavy and I wonder what’s inside of them. Perhaps one day, I’ll know.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I brought a TV and I wanted to set it up in the living room.” She said.

“That sounds great.” I smiled at her.

“It will take me a while to set it up, but when I do, do you want to watch a movie with me?” She asked.

“Of course,” I replied.

I picked my bag up from the table and went into my room. I heard a lot of banging, cursing and shuffling from Tiffany’s room. “Are you okay?” I called at her through the wall.

“Yeah, I’m just unpacking.” She yelled back.

“Do you need any help?” I asked

“No, but thank you for asking.” She answered.

I wondered what she was doing in there that was making all the noise, but I guess I wasn’t going to find out. My phone beeped at me. I had a message from Kelly.

Kelly: So I’ve asked around, and nobody knows who Tiffany Price is.

Me: Do you think that’s weird?

Kelly: No, we probably just don’t know the same people.

Me: Thank you for checking around.

Kelly: No problem. Why did you want me to check up on her anyway?

Me: It’s a long story. She’s my new roommate.

Kelly: Is there something off about her?

Me: I don’t know yet.

Kelly: I think we need to hang out soon so you can tell me all about it.

Me: Sure

 

I heard more banging from Emily’s room, her door slammed shut. I heard her in the living area, and it sounded like she was moving the furniture around. “Can you come help me?” She asked from outside the door. I didn’t say anything back, but I left my room. She was moving the chair away from the wall and trying to set up a flat screen TV on a stand. I help her move the chair and lift the TV up. How she got it into the living room I’ll never know. It was huge and heavy, I haven’t seen a tv this big apart from the one’s at Ryan’s house. Tiffany hooks up all the wires and brings out a play station three. She sets it up then goes into her room again. I sit there staring at the TV wondering what we’re going to watch, then my thoughts drift to Gabriel, and the pictures. I haven’t even looked at them! I take my phone out of my bra, I put it there sometimes when I don’t feel like putting it in my pocket, and pull of the picture folder. I scroll through them. They aren’t bad. The one that Gabriel wanted me to send to him has my face and my tits and I’m smiling at him. I’m not sure how I feel about the photo. I wish I looked prettier, and that my tits were fuller and perky. I’ve never thought of getting a breast augmentation, but for some reason I’m thinking about it now.  I look at the picture I sent Ryan. It’s close up and my face isn’t in the picture. I can’t help but notice that one b**b seems bigger than the other. Is it the angle of the picture? Is this how my breasts really look? I’m going to have to look in the mirror to know for sure. I enlarge the picture and turn my phone around looking for more flaws. Then I heard a loud “BOO!” I jumped, screamed and turned around; Tiffany is standing there in a mask that made the hair on my arms stand up.  “Boogeyman is coming,” she said in a weird voice. “What?” I asked

“The Boogeyman, don’t you recognize the mask?” She asked and pointed at her face.

“No.” I answered and wondered where this was going.

“It’s from Halloween, haven’t you seen the movie?”

“No, I don’t like scary movies.”

Tiffany opened her mouth in surprised and gasped at me. “What blasphemy is this? You don’t like scary movies?

“No, not really.”

“Well, I’m going to change that tonight! We’re going to watch-“

“Let me guess,” I said cutting her off, “Halloween.”

Tiffany smiled at me, “However did you know?”

“Lucky guess.” I answered and chuckled.

Tiffany put in the movie and sat down next to me on the couch. The movie started to play, then she asked me if I wanted popcorn. She got up to make some and sat down just in time for the beginning credits.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared by a movie in my life. For a late 1970s movie, it was intense. I thought it was weird when Tiffany laughed in the weirdest parts, I didn’t understand her humor. I think I jumped and screamed way more than Tiffany was expecting and it only made her laugh more. I usually stick to romantic comedies or just romance and I rarely strayed from the genre. There were a few times I watched disaster movies, but I couldn’t handle them. I didn’t even watch much sci-fi which is ironic considering I want to work for NASA one day. I just can’t take the suspense, and sci-fi movies are always full of suspense and missions gone wrong.

“Wasn’t that an awesome movie?” Tiffany asked with a beaming smile.

“Out of all the words that I can think of to describe this movie, I don’t think awesome is one of them,” I replied.

Tiffany just smiled at me, then said, “Did you know that the mask that Michael Meyers, the killer, wore was a captain kirk mask painted white?”

“Really?” I answered, she had piqued my interest. Star Trek was one show that I did like. I had completely forgotten about it too.

“Isn’t that cool?” She asked

“Yeah, it really is, I like Star Trek.”

“I’ve never watched it, but I know what it is.”

“We’ll have to watch an episode or two together sometime.” I offered then looked at my phone. I didn’t realize how late it was. “Oh my goodness, I need to go to bed.” I yawned.

“Is it really that late?” She asked

“Yeah.”

“We need to do this once a week, watch a movie. It’s a good way to relax.”

“Sure, as long as I get to pick the movie every other week.” I said, stretching.

“Alright,” She agreed and yawned.

“Night.” I said before going to bed.

“Good night, don’t let the boogeyman get you!” She said with a bemused grin and an evil laugh ensued.

I rolled my eyes and went into my room and shut the door. I laid down on my bed, my eyes felt heavy and soon I was asleep.

I didn’t sleep well last night. I kept seeing a man in white mask, holding a long knife. I shudder at the memory as I enter the library. I wasn’t expecting a movie like that to give me nightmares as an adult! I walked up to the shelf that housed the book that I was looking at yesterday. There are a few people, but most are either on their computers or reading. One guy looked at me, then turned to his friend and whispered something, I don’t know what he said, but I had a feeling that it was about me. I looked for the book I was reading yesterday, but I couldn’t find it.

I walk up and down the aisle looking at the different books and found one on Russian. I pull the book out of the shelf and take it over to a table. I open it up and start reading it. It’s a text book and it’s going over the basic letters and vows, there are phonetic spellings for each of the symbols. I’ve been thinking about taking a course in Russian. If I work for NASA there’s a very good chance I’ll meet someone who speaks Russian, considering they have a space program too, and if I remember correctly, one of the guys from NSYNC got to be in their space program. I skim over the words, and imagine what it’s like to be fluent in a language other than English.  I have a goal that I’ve put on the side to try and become fluent in as many languages as I can. It’s really not something that I feel like I have to do, but more something that I would like to do just for the fun of it. As I skim, I notice that there is a formal word for hello and an informal word. I want to go with the informal word so I find the word, hi, and whisper it to myself and repeat it over and over until I’m sure I have it down, then I find, How are you? And do the same. I now know a phrase in Russian. Now if I could just learn the rest of the language. I see Gabriel walking towards me out of peripheral vision; I turn around, smile, stand up and give him a hug. “Privet, kak dela,” I say before giving him a kiss.

“What?” Gabriel asks, pulling back when the kiss is over.

“I said, Hi how are you, in Russian.” I smile at him.

“Since when do you speak Russian?” He asks.

“Since I picked up this book and started looking at it.” I answered.

“What made you want to learn Russian?”

“Well, if I’m going to work for NASA, there’s a chance that I might run into someone who speaks Russian, they have a space program, too, you know.”

“I didn’t  think about that.” Gabriel says sounding impressed.

“I think I’m going to take Russian next semester,” I tell him.

“So what did you want to talk about?” He asks. I had almost forgotten that I told him that I needed to talk to him.

“My new roommate.” I answer.

“What about your new roommate? Don’t tell me you want…” He starts then stops himself mid-sentence.

“Want what?” I ask genuinely confused.

“Another threesome.” He whispers and lowers his eyes.

“Um, that thought hasn’t even crossed my mind, and no I don’t. I’m fine with you, just you.”

“Well you’re with Ryan, too let’s not forget that.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I’m not sure that I do, are you telling me that you like being with only me or are you telling me that you like being with me and Ryan?”

“I wanted to talk to you about my roommate because she’s friends with Emily, or at least I think she is.” I say ignoring his question and changing the subject.

“Who’s you’re roommate?” He asks and doesn’t say anything about the fact that I didn’t answer his question.

“Her name is Tiffany Price.” I say and watch his face for any kind of recognition.

He doesn’t say anything and gives me a blank stare. “You don’t know who she is?” I ask.

“I’ve never heard of her.”

“So Emily never mentioned her.” I conclude.

“Emily and I didn’t talk much; our relationship was more about sex.” He says.

“Oh.” Is all I can manage to say. I try to imagine what it’s like to only know someone physically and not emotionally. I guess that’s kind of my relationship with Gabriel right now. I know how to please him physically, but I do want to get to know him. He’s shared bits and pieces of his past with me, but it seems hard to get him to really open up. Maybe he doesn’t know how, or maybe he’s just not used to talking to someone who does care. Whatever it is, I long to really connect with him. Then I remember from his text earlier that he said something about being out with Caden.

“Who’s Caden?” I blurt, then realize that my question must seem random and out of place.

“Remember that I told you I mentor kids?” He says. “Caden is the boy I’m currently mentoring. We went on a hike today.”

“Oh,” I say. “So that’s why you weren’t really texting much.”

“Yeah, I try not to be distracted when I’m with him, I want him to know that I’m there to spend my time solely with him.”

“That makes sense and I understand. If I know that you’re out with him, I’ll refrain from contacting you.” I offer.

“Look, you needed me and I responded, I’m not upset with you at all. I was almost done with the hike anyway. You can text me or call me whenever you need me, okay?”

“Okay.” I answer and smile at him, and then my phone goes off. Ryan has text me and he’s out of debate class he wants to take me out. Why is it that Ryan texts me whenever I’m with Gabriel? It’s going to be hard to balance these two out.

“What is it?” Gabriel asks.

“Ryan wants to go out tonight.” I answer. “I’ve got to go.”

“But I just got here.” Gabriel says.

“I know and I’m happy you came, but I really have to go. I’m sorry. Thank you for talking to me though.” I say and give him a hug.

“But..” He says and I cut him off with a quick kiss, and head out the door. I don’t look back at Gabriel but I imagine him staring at me with a longing look on his face.

 

 

I get back to my dorm, get my shower bag together and take a shower. I quickly wash, shave, and get dressed. I go back to my room and fix my hair and makeup. I look at myself in the mirror and make sure that I approve of my look. I decide that I look good enough, then I hear a knock at the door. Tiffany isn’t here, I don’t know where she’s at, but I answer the door. Ryan is here. He stands there, his brown hair combed, a black blazer is over a black t-shirt, and he’s wearing a pair of dark blue jeans. He hands me a bouquet of flowers. I notice all the different kinds of flowers that are in it and I don’t recognize them. “What are they?” I ask

“Well, this bouquet is special, you have Lavender, because I am devoted to you,” He says indicating the purple flowers, “Primrose, because I can’t live without you, Bird of paradise, because you are magnificent, and finally Anemone because my love for you is unfading.”

I don’t know what to say to him. It is the single sweetest gesture anyone has ever done. How he came up with this I don’t know. The flowers all put together are beautiful. I’m going to have to remember to take one of each flower and press it so that I can have them forever. “Thank you.” I finally say, then dig a cup out of the cupboard fill it with water and place the flowers in the cup. I would cut the stems, but I don’t want to keep Ryan waiting.

I turn to Ryan and give him a hug, “Really, Ryan thank you for the flowers, they’re beautiful. I love them.” I say. Ryan kisses me, then pulls away and leads me to his car. I don’t know where we’re going, I couldn’t get him to tell me, but so far I like how things are going. I still can’t get over how beautiful Ryan’s car is. He is such a lucky guy to have all of this stuff and a father who cares so much about him to finish the car for him. I really wish I knew who my father was. Most of the time, I’m fine with not knowing, but for some reason, I’m now curious. I’m going to have to talk to my mother about it sometime.

“What are you thinking about?” Ryan asks, breaking my train of thought.

“Nothing important.” I answer.

“If you were thinking about it, then it is important.”

“I was wondering who my father is.” I say after releasing a deep breath

“You’ve never cared before who your father is.”

“I know, but for some reason I’m thinking about it now. I don’t know why, but I kind of want to know who he is. Why did he leave like he did. What color was his hair? What was he like? I have all the questions that haven’t been answered.”

“Didn’t your mother talk about him?”

“No, all she’s told me is that he was gone the minute she told him she was pregnant with me. As far as I know, he’s never met me.”

“Crystal, you shouldn’t worry about it. If he didn’t want you and take the time to get to know you, then he doesn’t deserve you.”

“I know, you’re right, Ryan, but I just can’t help it.”

“What brought on all of this anyway?”

“I was looking at your car and thinking how lucky you are that your father cares so much about you that he fixed your car up for you.”

“Hey, don’t forget that my dad likes you, too.”

“I know, but it’s not the same. I like you’re family, but they’re not mine.”

“Maybe one day they will be.” He says and I stare at him in shock. Did he just say what I think he said? Is he talking about the “M” word? I’m not ready for that. I know he loves me, but I still don’t know if I love him like that enough to marry him. If we ever did get married, it would be far down the road after I finish college and get a job at NASA.  I’m not going to ruin my chances by dropping out to get married.

“Ryan, I don’t know, I can’t think that far ahead just yet, I..”

“Look, I was just saying one day, a long time from now, don’t worry.” He says cutting me off.

I breathe a sigh of relief. “Well, okay then, but there’s so much I want to do, you know?”

“I know and I want you to accomplish your goals, you know that.”

“I know.” I answer.

Ryan pulls into the parking lot of a restaurant. It’s not as fancy as the one he took me to last time, but it still looks nice all the same. He parks the car, opens my door and escorts me into the restaurant. He gives his name to the hostess and he tells her exactly where he wants us to be seated. I still can’t get over that. I’ve never been with someone who is so commanding. He orders our drinks and an appetizer and stares at me. His eyes gleam with lust, or at least I think that’s what his stare indicates.

“Do you realize just how beautiful you are?” He asks. His brown eyes still carry the same kind of intensity. I blush at his words, and take a moment to really look at him. He is gorgeous, and I don’t know why I’m only noticing this recently. Was I dead the whole time I’ve been friends with him?

“I don’t know about beautiful, but you are handsome.” I tell him and blush again.

“You’re even prettier when you blush.” He smiles at me. “I never did thank you for your picture last night.” He adds with a devilish grin.

“Oh yeah, that.” I blush again. “I have a question, and it may seem weird.” I start.

“Go on.” He prompts

“I was looking at the picture and it seems that one of my b***s is bigger than the other.”

“Crystal, I was staring at the picture all night long last night and there isn’t anything wrong with your tits, in fact they’re f*****g beautiful.”

“You don’t think I need a breast augmentation?” I ask.

“What gave you that idea?” He asks

“I don’t know, I think my b***s could be bigger.”

“Crystal, your tits are perfect. I haven’t seen a pair that I like more than yours, they aren’t mismatched and you don’t need implants. You’re perfect just how you are.” He says and reaches across the table and grabs my hand. “I don’t know where you got the idea that you have flaws, but you don’t. Not in my eyes. There isn’t a single thing I would change about you.”

I’m taken aback by his words. I didn’t know he really felt this way about me. He thinks I’m perfect? How can that be? I’m not perfect, I’m not flawless. How does he see this? I feel humbled by his words, and slightly guilty. His feelings for me seem genuine and yet, I still don’t know if I love him. I must be some kind of heartless person. Yet, I still need time. There’s something about Gabriel that draws me and makes me want to get to know him more. He’s free and carefree and I really like that. I recall the motorcycle ride from yesterday. I learned so much about myself just during the ride What more could Gabriel teach me. I feel frustrated with myself; here I have Ryan pouring his heart and feelings out for me and I’m thinking about Gabriel. What’s wrong with me? Any other girl would be over the moon for a guy who talks and acts like this. I need to stop and just enjoy the moment that I’m having with him right here.

“Ryan, you’re really sweet. I had no idea you felt that way about me.” I tell him, and I feel like my response is lame. I have got to work on expressing myself.

I worked hard the rest of the night to keep my focus on Ryan, and really appreciate everything that he was doing for me and what he was saying. He really is a great guy. I always knew that, but I’ve never seen this side of him before.

When our date was over he dropped me off at my dorm. I was expecting him to come in with me, but he didn’t. He told me that I needed my sleep so I could be ready for class tomorrow. I knew he was right. I was late to school last week. I don’t want to do that again, and a night cap with Ryan would almost certainly wear me out.

I let myself into my dorm and Tiffany is sitting there watching another movie. I have no idea what it is, but judging by the screams and blood, it’s a horror movie.

“Do you watch anything else?” I ask

“Hello, yourself. I haven’t seen you all day.”

“I’ve been out.”

“Ooh, were you with a guy?”

“Maybe.” I answer unsure if I should tell her everything or not.

“Who was it? Was it Emily’s ex? Did you take pictures so you could send them to her and rub it in her face?”

“What? No? Why would I do that?” I asked, I thought she was Emily’s friend.

“To get back at her for that flyer.” Tiffany answers like it’s the most obvious thing.

“I don’t even know where to start with that.” I answer and walk towards my room. I really don’t want to talk about it right now.

“I know where you can start.” She says, but I’m still not interested. My date with Ryan left me feeling sexually frustrated, and I have and early class tomorrow.

“Tiffany, can we talk about this some other time?” I ask.

“Sure.” She says with a shrug and turn towards the TV. I enter my room, shut the door and lie down in bed. Ryan is so sweet and I wonder if I deserve him. Is it right for me to do what I’m doing with Gabriel? I feel like this is a fight I’m going to be having with myself until I figure out what I want. I almost wish there was a guy out there that has all the things I like about Ryan and all the things I like about Gabriel all mixed together.

My phone goes off and I have a text from Ryan, it’s a picture of his c**k, as if I needed another one. I roll my eyes and stare at the picture. He really does have a nice penis. My body jolts with a twinge of pleasure as I imagine his penis inside of me. Soon I’m maneuvering my hand between my panties and skin as I feel my p***y. I bite my lip as I work on reliving my frustration. As I start to build, I need more room to work with. I pull my pants down, rub my c**t, and finger myself. Next time I will have to make Ryan finish what he starts. I look over at my phone and imagine his huge c**k trusting into me with the kind of power only he can muster and I’m finally sent over the edge and I pant my orgasm.

When I’m done, I adjust my clothes and go to sleep. I wake up the next morning with fading dreams of Ryan smiling sweetly at me, brushing kisses all over me, and proposing to me. Where did that come from? I yawn, stretch and get out of bed. I dig through my closet and put on a t-shirt that reads, “It’s okay Pluto, I’m not a planet either.” I find a pair of jeans pull them on and step into a pair of flats. I brush my hair, put on some makeup, and leave my room. I dig through the cupboards and find a single serving box of cereal. I pour it into a bowl and pour some milk on top. I sit down at the table and munch. The flowers are still in the cup sitting perfectly in the middle of the table. They’re so pretty and I feel all warm and mushy when I think about how Ryan presented them to me. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this bouquet of flowers as long as I live. He put a lot of thought and meaning into it. I finish eating, put the bowl and spoon in the sink and leave for my class.

As I’m walking I notice that people are staring at me, pointing at me and whispering. I think I hear my name, turn around, and only see more stares. I don’t understand what’s going on. When I get into class, there are whistles, cheers, and I hear someone say, “You can steal me anytime.” Then it hits me; the flyer. I guess everyone saw it. I blush, and stare at the floor as I take a seat. It feels like everyone in the room is staring at me. I try to stay focused on my desk, and a folded piece of paper is put in front of me. I open it up, it reads, “Want to f**k?” I feel mortified. Ryan sits down next to me and I jump. He grabs the piece of paper off my desk. “Who wrote this?” He asks me.

“I don’t know,” I answer, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ryan looks around the room, “Why are people staring at you?”

“Well, there was this flyer…” I start and the professor walks into the room.

Kelly sits down next to me and the three of us dig out our notebooks so we can take notes.  The lecture from the professor seems to drag on, I take as many notes as I can, but I’m just not in the mood to endure class today. I want to go back to my room and curl up in bed. I want to forget that the flyer incident happened, and I don’t want to tell Ryan about it.

At the end of class, I put everything back into my bag, I look up and there’s a guy standing in front of me. “Did you get my note?” He asks with this stupid smile that I want to slap off his perverted face.

“Why don’t you take your note and shove it up your a*s.” Ryan says, coming to my defense.

“It’s not my fault, she’s a man stealing w***e. Tell me who did she steal you from?” he says with a smug smirk.

“She didn’t steal me from anyone and if you talk about her like that again, I’m going to shove your head up your own a*****e.” Ryan threatens.

“Whatever,” the guy says and walks away.

“What is going on?” Kelly asks her eyes wide as she looks at me, then Ryan.

“Remember that night that I had with Gabriel and Emily?” I say swallowing hard.

“Yeah,” they say in unison.

“Emily took a picture of me naked while I was asleep. She then made flyers and spread them all over school.”

“When was this?” Kelly asks.

“The day I went to see you, the same day I went out with Ryan.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ryan asks.

“I don’t know, Gabriel was with me when we found the flyers and he said he would take care of it. Honestly I didn’t want to talk about it, or even think about it.”

“You trusted him to take care of it?” Ryan asks he sounds angry.

“Well yeah.” I answer and shrug, what else was I supposed to do?

“Was he in on it?” Kelly asks.

“No. I asked him. He wouldn’t do that to me.”

“Well of course he would tell you that he didn’t have anything to do with it. This is unfucking believable, you know that?” Ryan says shaking his head.

“Yeah, I know, it happened to me, remember?” I glare at him.

“We’re going to the campus police right now.” Ryan says grabbing my hand and pulling me along with him as he walks out the door. Kelly follows us and gives me a worried look.

"Ryan, a report has already been filed, there’s nothing more that can be done.”

“I bet you we can get Emily expelled.”

“Ryan, I don’t want to do this, just let me be and let it be.” I plead with him. I don’t think I can stand there and tell the campus police everything that has happened.

“What, and she wins? She gets to do whatever she wants and doesn’t have to face the consequences?”

“Ryan, I’m sure she’ll get in trouble, but I don’t want to talk about it over and over. I just want to be done, and if I don’t draw attention to it, then maybe it will go away.”

“Ryan, I think you should let Crystal handle it how she wants to.” Kelly joins in and I’m thankful she’s on my side.

“Fine. You want to let her get away, then whatever.”

“We need to get to our next class.” I point out and start walking in that direction. Ryan and Kelly follow me. For the rest of the day, I get more stares and whispers. There are a few off comments that I catch from time to time, but I do my best to ignore it. By giving in and letting it hurt me means Emily wins. If I ignore and continue my day, then she hasn’t won and I know people will stop talking about it. Ryan stays silent, but his face is murderous. I don’t know what he’s thinking about and I don’t ask him. I don’t feel like fighting with him. When our classes are over for the day, I return to my room, throw myself on my bed and ball my eyes out. If I have to endure another day like this, I think I might die. When my tears dry up, I take a deep breath. Emily needs to pay for what she’s done. It’s time to have a talk with Tiffany. I just need to wait for her to get home. I don’t know what I’m going to do to get back at her, but I’m going to have to make it good and publicize it. I want Emily to feel the same exact embarrassment and humiliation that I’m feeling. Emily Williams must die a social death.

Author's Note

This is a first draft so it may seem a little raw. Any critiques, corrections, or suggestions are welcome.
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