AN: So this is for 01shane01 (who bossily got me to write :P) ...except I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, so I'm gonna give you the next one too :D
Reviews please!
16
I walked down the hallway ignoring the snickers that followed me no matter what direction I moved. I kept my head down as I tried to make it toward the cafeteria. The school had been abuzz with news that I was gay since Ashley had practically screamed at me at lunch two weeks ago.
I turned the corner in the hallway and almost bumped into Ashley walking with Aiden. She had been attached at the hip with hip since our fight and I couldn't figure it out. After their first date Ashley had said she didn't think she wanted to go out with him again, and now they were the poster couple of King High. She scoffed and walked around me, Aiden in tow.
I sighed and continued walking to the cafeteria. I spotted Carmen and Stacey sitting together and started to make my way over only to be blocked by the entire cheer leading squad minus Ashley. I saw Kyla still sitting at their table.
"Well if it isn't our poster lesbian," Sherry said, "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing," I mumbled and tried walking around them but the moved to stand if front of me.
"No I think you were looking at me, do you think about me Spencer? In your sick perverted lesbian dreams?" Sherry asked maliciously. I didn't answer but I wanted to kill her. In the corner of my eye I saw Stacey and Carmen walking towards us, anger and possessiveness in their eyes. I returned my attention to Sherry just in time to be splashed with whatever sugary drink she was holding. I sputtered, having not been prepared to have a drink thrown in my face.
"Watch it Carlin," Sherry said before she and the rest of the squad pushed past me. I stumbled backwards but caught myself. I looked around, half the cafeteria was laughing and the other half pretending as if they saw nothing. I felt tears prick my eyes and Carmen and Stacey made their way towards me but I ran before they could reach me. I heard footsteps behind me as I made my way into the nearest bathroom to hide from them.
I couldn't deal with this. I didn't want to face my friends anger and sympathy.
I locked myself in a stall and sat on top of the toilet with with my legs pulled up so no one would see me and I muffled my tears. I heard the bathroom door open.
"Spencer?" Stacey's voice. I didn't answer. I heard someone move through the bathroom. I watched the bottom of the stall as feet passed it obviously searching for my feet.
"She's not in here," Carmen said.
"Let's look upstairs," Stacey responded and I heard them leave and dropped my legs with a sigh. My shirt was sticking to me now and the drink was cooling making me shiver. I heard the door the the bathroom open again and was still as I heard footsteps walk down the stalls. I heard the bang of the stall doors and someone pushed them all open. They came to mine and tried to open the door that I had locked. I heard the other person sigh.
"Spencer?" she said and I didn't answer.
"Come on Spencer open the door, I know you're in there," I again didn't answer. I saw the person bend down and then they stuck their head under the stall.
"Kyla! What are you doing?" I asked shocked as she shimmied her way under the stall and stood up with a disgusted look on her face as she brushed herself off.
"Well you wouldn't let me in," she explained as if it was perfectly natural that the next thing she do was to climb on the dirty bathroom floor to get in the stall.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Are you okay?" she asked taking a step towards me.
"No, I'm not. I lost two of my best friends over some unknown reason. Half the school hates me. Rumors are flying about me and I'm cold and wet," I say starting to cry again. God, I feel like such a wimp and pathetic for letting them affect me like this. I wish I didn't care.
"I'm sorry, you didn't deserve any of that," she said pulling me into a hug and I rested my forehead on her shoulder. I calmed down a bit and the bell rang.
"You're gonna be late to your next class," I said. Kyla stepped away.
"Yeah it doesn't matter, let's clean you up," she said pulling me out of the bathroom and to the locker room.
"Here you can borrow my shirt for now," she said and handed it out to me, which I gratefully accepted.
"I should probably get to class," she said, "you'll be okay?"
"Yeah," I said nodding. She smiled and left me in the locker room. I quickly changed my shirt and spent the rest of the day in Kyla's. I was grateful when my Mom didn't question me when I got home.