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You almost had me there, Snitch.
I look up, pulling my headphones on and smashing buttons, screaming at my teammates to get their heads out of their asses.
Tomorrow will be so much fun.
CHAPTER 4
JASMINE
Everyone is staring at me.
What are you looking at? I wanted to shout, but I kept it together.
Until I go to my locker.
I snatch the printed picture off, crumbling it in my hand. I squeeze my eyes shut. How did someone get this picture? It’s a photo of me in the blue bikini I only wear when I’m alone. I’m thinking we have a security breach but then I remember that day. Or rather who I ran into that day. Although this picture is revealing and makes me want to crawl out of my skin, I’m thankful my secret is not exposed. Because the only thing worse than people seeing me basically naked, is everyone seeing my scars.
Tossing the paper in the trash, I see Easton smirking at me. Screw him.
“Aye!” Mark says. Mark is pretty but his cruel ways as a human makes him ugly. He has dirty blond hair that’s faded. A killer smile and dark blue eyes. “I didn’t know you hide all this under all that.” He waves the picture in my face, and I look to the ceiling. “Anytime you want to take a spin on my cock,” he grins down at me, “I’m all yours, baby.” He gets close to my ear. “I might even just take it,” he whispers.
I push away from him just to run into Todd, one of Easton’s other friends. “I know you don’t talk a lot and it’s fine, really. But I’d love to see what these lips,” he squeezes my face, “would look like wrapped around my cock. Or maybe.” He grabs my breast, flicking it. That's when I start to break. “How these tits bounce when I fuck you.”
A tear drops down my cheek that burns with rage and embarrassment. I shove him off me, moving faster down the hallway, coming face-to-face with Easton, who’s smiling. “Fuck you, Easton,” I whisper, pushing past him.
He grabs my arm, leaning in close enough I can smell his scent of sandalwood. His grip is tight, fingers tearing into my skin so hard, I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow. “Not even if you pay me,” he whispers in my ear. I jerk my arm from him.
Making it to the restroom, I press my hand to my chest, trying to make the storm raging inside my chest stop. They touched me. No one is allowed to touch me without my permission. I wipe the tears as Maxine comes in.
“Slut,” she hisses, and I quickly wash my hands.
“You mean whore? Did you see how skimpy her swimsuit was?” Veronica cackles. I know for a fact that these girls’ swimsuits are way more revealing, but I say nothing and make an exit.
“Where are you going so fast?” Mark slips in behind me and lays his hand on my ass, squeezing painfully. This time, I run. I run as fast as I can to AP English and sit in the second row of seats. The whispers don’t stop. Guys want me; girls hate me. Can’t they see I’m a victim here? Why is it that women are the biggest bullies when it comes to another woman? I obviously didn’t consent to that photo. You can tell. By the angle.
And because my day has been so much fun, Easton walks in, plopping right in front of me. He faces forward and his arm reaches back, grabbing my ankle, pulling my leg to the railing of his chair. His finger dances up my thigh until he can’t reach no more. Then my desk is screeching forward. It bumps into the back of his. “Better,” he says as his hand skates up my skirt.
“Stop,” I hiss. He tsks, pinching the inside of my thigh, before soothing the pain by rubbing it. He’s downright assaulting me. It doesn’t matter if I like it. I asked him to stop. Jumping up from my desk, I rush out of the room.
Run. It’s the only thing going through my mind. And so, I do. All the way to my car. I drive home and cry in the shower. Trying to rid all the filthy touches I received today.
* * *
Paint covers every inch of me. Black, red, and gray. I sit outside on my stool as I paint an angry face. Easton’s, to be exact. I capture his stormy eyes and his perfect features. But his eyes are what truly captivate me. I put the final touches on his hair and then wander around for an hour and let it dry. Then I pick the canvas up, walking around to the front of my house, throwing it in the middle of the road. Getting into my car, I reverse over it, then drive forward over it again. Over and over again. As if I’m killing him.
Who needs therapy when this feels so nice?
Looking at the clock, I see I have an hour to actually make it to my appointment. Dashing up the stairs, I take a shower and slip on a white sundress, not bothering with makeup or even doing my hair.
Time to go run away from my demons.
EASTON
“I’m just saying, man.” Mark raises a beer to his lips, smirking. “Okay, bet time.” He claps his hands and grabs the jar of names.
I close my eyes, resting my head on the couch. I hated fucking bet week. We did it once a year and had six months to complete it or we had to wear a thong around school on the last day.
“Easton,” Mark calls, and I look at him. He has a devilish glint to his eyes, and I know it’s not going to be good. “You, my friend, have to sleep with Jasmine. Proof and all. Maybe her bloody sheets when you pop that cherry.” I grind my molars, nodding.
