One, *insert sincere apology about taking super long for a new chapter but a smiley face because my last day of school is Thursday which means time for lots of writing yay* and two, I just realized how long this story is getting and how long it's gonna be but more story so that's cool.
On my walk to school, I was going over what I was going to say to Drew about his offer for the party. Looking at the statistics, I had realized that approximately every time that I didn't want to see Drew or wanted to avoid him, it was proven that I would run smack into him, literally. So, I had to prepare myself for me slamming into him and him asking about the party.
All night and all morning up until this morning, I had been pondering and weighing the pros and cons of going to this party. In a summary, it went like this. Pros: could get my mind even more off of Eli, could be a fun night, would be more social. Cons: might get too drunk and make out with whoever Luke was or someone else I didn't even know again, could possibly not remember my entire night, hangovers were the worst. As I weighed them, I in some way concluded that the pros were more than the cons thus, me leaning towards accepting Drew's offer.
As I walked into school, I was prepared to slam right into Drew but instead something almost a little bit worse. When I walked in, I was greeted with the flood of Ice Hounds players in their letter jackets, hoo-raa-ing about something that was probably to everyone else, lame. I was annoyed but none the less used to their loudness and figured they'd just fly by me as they always did but boy, I was wrong.
One of them stopped in front of me and put his hand right on my waist and pulled me close to him. He had dusty blond hair and a smile that looked like he was always up to something. I pulled away before he had the chance to lay one on me or move his hand down a few inches or anything else that was going through his tainted boy mind.
"Why are you so cold now, babe?" he asked.
I almost wanted to puke when he called me babe but decided to hold the vomit in as I was wearing a new pair of shoes and wouldn't waste messing them up on him. Also, I was thoroughly confused as to why he was talking to me as if I was "warm" to him before, or even had a conversation with him before.
"What are you talking about?"
"What am I talking about?" he turned around and looked at the group of his team to try to get their attention. Boy, guys who always need attention from their fellow males to talk killed me. Once he got their nods and chuckles of approvals he turned to continue, "I'm talking about at that party when my mouth left those marks that are trailing down your neck."
As he said it, he put his finger on my skin. It was cold and made me shiver but not in the good way, not in the way that I wanted him to continue. But none the less, his finger trailed down and down my neck until it got too close for comfort and I had to smack it away, causing his buddies to go oooh and chuckle which raised embarrassed anger in him.
"Wow, sluts really like to be teases in the dark and act like angels in the light." He said, starting to walk away with his team, getting pats on the back like he accomplished something.
Then I remembered and actually processed in my mind who he was. This was the infamous Luke. The boy that I had kissed that night at Drew's party that Cam told me about. Oh Summer, you had much better options. Anyone practically would've been better than this insensitive idiot. It took everything in me not to run and jump on his back and punch him in the face but I knew that would get me nowhere with him surrounded by his team so I used my best asset, my words to try to match the anger that was running through me.
"Slut, huh?" I yelled, getting not only his attention but his whole team and everyone in the hallway. It wasn't exactly what I wanted but it wasn't going to stop me from saying what I needed to, "Is a slut what guys call girls who don't want to sleep them? You get so used to being able to put your dick wherever you want that when a girl refuses to sleep with you, you want to call her a slut?"
His whole team starting laughing and the entire hallway's jaws dropped which really got under his skin. His face got hot and he started approaching me with so much anger that I really thought was going to hit me. He called me a slut who knew what else he would pull out his sleeve.
"I called you a slut because that's what you are. You kissed me and touched me and then when it came time to do what you know you wanted to do, you tried to pretend like you were too saint-like to do it. So maybe I should change your name to tease since people normally get sensitive when you actually call them out on their shit."
It took me a while to open my mouth because I knew if I opened it the moment after he said that, I would have probably punched him in the face and once again, he wasn't worth it. But finally, I got my thoughts together and clenched my hands into fists by my sides to stop the anger that was practically running through me.
"So because I kissed you I was automatically supposed to fuck you? If that's what you think are the rules you are truly the biggest idiot I've ever come across and I don't know how I scooped myself so low to even touch you even while I was drunk. You go around calling girls sluts because you're so butt-hurt that every girl doesn't want to sleep with you! You're not that amazing! You can't get every girl you want! Get over yourself and find something valuable to do than worry about the girls that aren't worried about you!"
I walked away before he could reply and get the valor of his team congratulating him on talking to a girl like that which was really, really pathetic to me. Supporting your guy friend on talking down to a girl and calling her a slut? It was utterly repulsive and another addition to the "Why 80% of Guys My Age Suck" list which was really growing by the second. While I was still in earshot, I heard him say something along the lines of "This isn't over". I rolled my eyes but made sure to prepare myself for whatever would happen.
As I turned the corner, of course I ran straight into Drew. It seemed as though he had a defense mechanism for me running into him as he had caught me by the shoulders before I could actually slam into him.
"I was just coming to find you." Drew said, "I heard there was a little commotion with you and Luke just now."
"Word travels faster than people move in the hallways at this school I see." I said, beginning to walk away, knowing Drew would be walking beside me, "But yes I did get into a commotion with Luke, if that's what you want to call it. I call it defending myself against guys who think it's okay to treat girls however they want."
"Wait, what even happened?" Drew asked, confused.
"What happened? Surprised you didn't hear that through the grapevine as well. Luke thought it was okay to call me a slut because I didn't sleep with him at that party and seeing how much of a jackass he is, why would any girl let themselves scoop so low to sleep with him? That makes me even more upset than him calling me a slut which definitely pisses me off but I just want to shake some sense into every girl that one by one built up his inferiority complex."
"Okay well, I can see you're just a little upset." Drew joked. I would have found it amusing at another time but this wasn't that time. I probably wouldn't find anything amusing at this time.
I sat down on the bench that was right behind me and just took deep breaths hoping that my anger would subside with each inhale and exhale. Drew sat down next to me as well but didn't say anything which I appreciated. Not many people got it but sometimes in certain cases just being silent and not trying to fix it with words but just sitting beside the person who's upset is better than running your mouth about how "everything will get better".
As I sat there breathing in and out quickly, the bell for class and both Drew and I went to our classes. I walked into French to have all eyes directed on me, then hushed whispers following the stares. I sat down in my regular seat next to Cam and said, "News travels faster than the speed of light I see."
Our French teacher wasn't here and was instead, filled in with a substitute that literally did nothing but just sit there so Cam's voice was able to be at his normal volume as he spoke, "Yeah, but I've closed my ears and averted all attention because I wanted to hear it from you."
I gave him the look that said, along with my voice, "You definitely heard about it."
"Okay I did, but I didn't believe anything until I would hear it from you."
"Well thanks for that." I said, with a sigh. Then I proceeded to tell him about what happened and then proceeded to be extremely thankful that I only had two friends that I had to repeat this story to.
After he heard everything, I could tell he wasn't quite sure on what to say back but he settled for, "So are you okay, you know other than the obvious blood boiling anger that's clearly visible?"
"Yeah I'm okay but I just have the urge to run out of this room and find Luke and punch him repeatedly in the face. That's a normal reaction right?"
"Wanting to punch him, yes. Repeatedly, that might just be a heavily anger influenced reaction but understandable."
I smiled at Cam's always there voice of reason. Sometimes when you have impulses that could very well turn into real life situations, it's nice to have someone there that can be the voice to help you. Not the voice that tells you that in a way that makes it seem like you're totally wrong, just a voice to give to a suggestion and only hope that you follow it. Instead of saying anything back, I just hugged Cam. It was kind of weird to everyone around who was staring at us to try to overhear the conversation that we had but I didn't really care. Sometimes you just need a hug, you don't know why or maybe you do know why but just didn't know a hug was the answer but sometimes a hug is just what you need.
Oh Luke and his douchiness, who would he be without it? Don't forget to review and stay posted for the next chapter which I hope as much as you do will not take super long to get up!