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taunted. Jasmine glanced behind her to the pack of snarling girls staring me down, all of them at the beck and call of their vicious ringleader. “Maybe the little prude isn’t as innocent as she leads us all to believe,” she said to incite her little crowd.
The Bitch Brigade laughed and threw in their own jeers.
I wanted to spit in her face. Maybe wrap my hands around her neck. Worse yet, I wanted to wish my brother’s sickness on this girl instead. But I kept my mouth pressed tight, holding in all the harsh, evil words I wanted to set free.
My parents taught me never to match this kind of provocation, warning that people would always judge me for who I was.
The pastor’s daughter.
It was something I had discounted, never believing my parents’ caution, until Jasmine and her crew had somehow set their sights on me toward the end of last year. Every day it got worse and worse, as if the insults they slung were never enough. Or maybe it was just that I never gave them the satisfaction they craved.
Jasmine grabbed me by the shoulder, her fingers digging painfully into my skin. She jerked me around and pushed me back up against my metal locker. It rattled behind me.
My eyes went wide as they all closed in on me, and fear slithered under the surface of my skin. I’d never been frightened of them before, but there was something on Jasmine’s face that told me maybe I should be.
Because it was filled with pure hatred. A hatred I had neither earned nor understood.
“Prissy bitch… such a little cock tease, prancing around here like you’re God’s gift to the earth.”
The shake of my head was flustered, confused. I’d never come close to
teasing
anyone. People rarely even talked to me or gave me a second glance. For the most part I was invisible… until word had spread about my brother, and for a fraction of a moment, I’d become the center of attention, as unwelcome as it’d been.
That’s what this is about?
“You’re pathetic.” I whispered my anger around my dried tongue.
That flicker of fear grew stronger when Jasmine edged in closer, but I didn’t care. I wouldn’t stand silent and listen to them slander my brother, my family, even if it spurred Jasmine on.
I could take it.
A loud crash of metal caused me to scream, and the lockers shook with the force of the bash that came just above my head. Pinching my eyes, I waited for a lance of pain, for the strike to register on my face, but none came. Slowly my eyes flickered open to find Jasmine stumbling back when she met with the face of Christopher Moore, who had wedged himself between me and the girl who’d taken it upon herself to make my life a living hell.
“Don’t you have something better to do? I heard the entire basketball team is in the locker room. They should be expecting you. Or have you already grown bored of the taste of sweaty dick in your mouth?” His taunt was just as thick as the one Jasmine had used on me.
“Fuck you,” she slurred, clenching her fists at her sides, her hands extending lower than the scrap of a skirt she wore. “You didn’t seem to mind when it was your dick.”
Jasmine had a reputation. I knew all about it. The worst part was Christopher Moore had one, too.
Like her words didn’t even faze him, Christopher glanced over his shoulder at me. “You okay?”
I tried my best to catch my breath and clear my head, but his expression muddied my thoughts all up again. The dread I’d felt in the face-off with Jasmine had transformed into a wave of dizziness that started in my unsettled belly and swirled all the way up to spin my head.
Christopher Moore was talking to
me
.
He frowned, still guarding me, but twisting enough so that his torso was facing me, concern strewn all over his gorgeous face. “Did this bitch hurt you?” he demanded.
I swallowed, searching for words that were all locked up in my tightened throat. Spastic and jerky, I shook my head. A shock of embarrassment rushed to my face,
The Bitch Brigade laughed and threw in their own jeers.
I wanted to spit in her face. Maybe wrap my hands around her neck. Worse yet, I wanted to wish my brother’s sickness on this girl instead. But I kept my mouth pressed tight, holding in all the harsh, evil words I wanted to set free.
My parents taught me never to match this kind of provocation, warning that people would always judge me for who I was.
The pastor’s daughter.
It was something I had discounted, never believing my parents’ caution, until Jasmine and her crew had somehow set their sights on me toward the end of last year. Every day it got worse and worse, as if the insults they slung were never enough. Or maybe it was just that I never gave them the satisfaction they craved.
Jasmine grabbed me by the shoulder, her fingers digging painfully into my skin. She jerked me around and pushed me back up against my metal locker. It rattled behind me.
My eyes went wide as they all closed in on me, and fear slithered under the surface of my skin. I’d never been frightened of them before, but there was something on Jasmine’s face that told me maybe I should be.
Because it was filled with pure hatred. A hatred I had neither earned nor understood.
“Prissy bitch… such a little cock tease, prancing around here like you’re God’s gift to the earth.”
The shake of my head was flustered, confused. I’d never come close to
teasing
anyone. People rarely even talked to me or gave me a second glance. For the most part I was invisible… until word had spread about my brother, and for a fraction of a moment, I’d become the center of attention, as unwelcome as it’d been.
That’s what this is about?
“You’re pathetic.” I whispered my anger around my dried tongue.
That flicker of fear grew stronger when Jasmine edged in closer, but I didn’t care. I wouldn’t stand silent and listen to them slander my brother, my family, even if it spurred Jasmine on.
I could take it.
A loud crash of metal caused me to scream, and the lockers shook with the force of the bash that came just above my head. Pinching my eyes, I waited for a lance of pain, for the strike to register on my face, but none came. Slowly my eyes flickered open to find Jasmine stumbling back when she met with the face of Christopher Moore, who had wedged himself between me and the girl who’d taken it upon herself to make my life a living hell.
“Don’t you have something better to do? I heard the entire basketball team is in the locker room. They should be expecting you. Or have you already grown bored of the taste of sweaty dick in your mouth?” His taunt was just as thick as the one Jasmine had used on me.
“Fuck you,” she slurred, clenching her fists at her sides, her hands extending lower than the scrap of a skirt she wore. “You didn’t seem to mind when it was your dick.”
Jasmine had a reputation. I knew all about it. The worst part was Christopher Moore had one, too.
Like her words didn’t even faze him, Christopher glanced over his shoulder at me. “You okay?”
I tried my best to catch my breath and clear my head, but his expression muddied my thoughts all up again. The dread I’d felt in the face-off with Jasmine had transformed into a wave of dizziness that started in my unsettled belly and swirled all the way up to spin my head.
Christopher Moore was talking to
me
.
He frowned, still guarding me, but twisting enough so that his torso was facing me, concern strewn all over his gorgeous face. “Did this bitch hurt you?” he demanded.
I swallowed, searching for words that were all locked up in my tightened throat. Spastic and jerky, I shook my head. A shock of embarrassment rushed to my face,
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