[Saying Goodbye]
[Chapter 2]
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[Has a reputation for being easy]
As long as she could ignore them, they didn't know if they could ignore her much longer.
"Well, hello princess," said a sardonic voice from over her shoulder.
Trying her best to ignore him she turned her entire body around, but was caught. On her other side were more boys, 3 or 4, each and every single one with that look of hunger on their faces.
Hiding what she really felt on the inside she put up that hard exterior and was ready to fight. "What do you guys want?" She said bitterly, through clenched teeth.
Kidblink, as she knew him, sat backwards on the chair opposite from him, and snatched her book out of her hand. "OoO, Shakespeare," he said mockingly, "I didn't know you could read Mack."
She gave him a look of disgust and tried turning away once more, but came face to face with another.
"Heya Mack," said the boy that she recognized as Racetrack, "Listen, I don't have to start sellin' till this afternoon, I figure the Lodging House is empty and eh, we'd be alone." He said with a wink.
"Yeah, OK," she said sarcastically, roller her eyes. Then she once more tried to turn the other way, hoping that they'd just leave her alone if she prayed to God. But no, another boy met her eyes as she did so.
"Jack," she said speechlessly.
"Mack," he said imitating her speechlessness, gaping his mouth wide open like she was. And while doing that, began to touch her leg. Then both hands, feeling up and down her legs sexually, as the hands on her tripled and she began to feel them enclose her body, coming in from all angles.
She didn't know what to do, it was like the messages didn't quite reach her brain yet, as she sat there, being grouped by these boys, these boys she had known so intimately.
And at that precise moment, she snapped out of whatever fantasy was going on in her head, and stubbornly came back to reality, and stood up suddenly.
She kisses everyone goodbye
And waves her middle finger high
They're never gonna mess with her again
"Don't touch me!" she screamed at them, "Who do you think you arrrrre!?!"
"Oh come on Mack, you know you want it," said almost all of the voices around. The room began to spin.
She looked down at Jack and his big eyes; he was squatting still, so that when she was sitting she would be more accessible to him. She looked at him, thinking that maybe, just maybe there was still hope for them.
And with that thought she kneed him in the jaw, she jumped up and rose her leg, and making sure to hit him the hardest she'd ever hit anyone before in her life.
He fell to the ground clenching his jaw, whimpering like a hurt dog. She looked at the other boys, they looked nervous.
"You've lost your touch," said Racetrack, stroking her arm, she hadn't scared him. She turned to him quickly and gave him a look of disgust. She then rose her middle finger at him, and kneed him in the crotch, and headed for the door before she had to take any more of this. Before she left Tibby's that morning she blew kisses to the whole lot of boys.
The drama queen is seventeen
And sleeping with the boys for free
She has a reputation for being easy
And just before she let that door close behind her, she heard those names that she heard often. She heard those terms that one wasn't used to hearing in civilized conversation, the ones that consisted of whore, slut and bitch.
As she should have been happy with herself for having just overcome the very thing that she hated, a flow of tears drowned her face in its sorrows, and she ran down the street, trying to find her way home through the blurriness of her despair.