As I sat in class the next day, I couldn’t stop thinking about Damon. My heart hurt not knowing where he was or what he was doing. It was really eating me alive not knowing. I knew he was hurting and wanted to be alone, but it seemed to me that he was always alone, and nobody deserved that. I wanted to be there for him.
I heard some snickering behind me but ignored it. I was too in my own little bubble anyways.
But when I felt something hit the back of my head, I reached for my hair, and peered over my shoulder to find Rose and Bridget sitting two rows back. They giggled while they stared at me. I did my best to ignore them as I faced the front again.
Then they threw something again as I felt it miss the back of my head and fly over my shoulder as it smacked into the seat in front of me. I ground my teeth and told myself to calm down.
This must be what it was like for Damon and my heart sank. We were relentless toward him and I hated who I was when I tried to be someone I wasn’t. I would never again pick on anyone. This felt horrible.
I pulled my laptop out and tried to get ready for the professor to come out, but the girls clearly had other plans.
I heard one of them lean forward and try to get my attention.
It was Rose and I had nothing to say to her, so I kept my eyes forward.
“Don’t be a bitch and turn around and talk to us.”
Again, I ignored her.
Then they started throwing things at me again, hitting me in the back of the head while they continued to giggle.
The rage fueling inside of me was like an inferno, but I must remain calm. I can’t let them affect me or they’ll just keep attacking.
Sick of their shit, I grabbed my laptop and stood up to find another spot, but as I did that, they let the entire class know how they felt.
“Hey, if it isn’t the whore! Who are you going to sleep with next? One of our boyfriends?!” Bridget giggled out.
I bit my bottom lip and refrained from telling her that I’d already been with Mitch. It was last year when we were both drunk and he wasn’t any good. I wouldn’t poke the bear today, though.
“What? Nothing to say? That’s typical!” Rose spat next. “Whore!!”
I ignored them and all the stares I was getting as I left my aisle and found a new place to sit up near the front. They were a bunch of assholes and I have no idea how I was friends with them for so long. They were monsters!
The stares didn’t bother me, though. I could see on their faces that they had been in my shoes with those girls a time or two and that hurt me even more. I was probably teasing them right along with the girls, so now none of them had my back. I deserved it.
I found a new spot way up front and safely away from the girls. I could still hear their snickering but it didn’t matter. They were bitches that I didn’t have time for anymore.
Then I felt someone sit down next to me as I stared over into Tommy’s familiar eyes. I can understand how I had been seeing him off and on for years. He was seriously hot as hell, but his character was lacking. His black hat was on backwards and his white tee hugged his torso perfectly, exposing the ink on his arms. It was his smile that always got me.
“Hey, T,” he whispered.
I rolled my eyes and tried not to tell him to go fuck himself. I was already involved in a scene this morning and didn’t want to cause another one.
“What do you want, Tommy?”
He sighed. “I just want you to know that I miss you and that I’m sorry for everything. I was a real jerk and didn’t take your feelings into consideration. We’ve always been friends, Taylor, and I don’t want to lose that. I know that you’re hurting right now and I’d like to help.” He turned toward me and gave me his soft smirk. “Are you okay, babe?”
Ugh, I hated that pet name, but it was nice to hear that he cared. Tommy and I might have been on the rocks right now, but he was right: we have always been friends. He was my first friend on campus during our freshman year.
“I’m fine, Tommy. I just got sick of playing a part.”
He nodded. “I get that. My dad expects me to act a certain way or live a certain way, but it’s not me.”
“Yep,” I replied, popping the ‘P’ at the end.
“We cool?” He held up his fist for me to bump as I stared into his eyes. I could always read him and there was nothing sketchy in his gaze. He was being genuine.
I fist bumped him. “Yeah, we’re cool.”