Somebody's Supposed to Fall In Love

The bell signaling the end of the day sounded about five minutes ago. My shaking hands made it difficult to open up my locker so it took longer than usual. Today I’ll have the pleasure of serving my first detention since middle school.

“Hey,” Vic’s smooth voice greeted while he leaned against the locker neighboring mine.
I turned and gave him a quick peck on the check and went back to packing and unloading my bag, not saying a word.

“I-Is something wrong?” Vic asked nervously, tugging at his sleeves. I recognized the familiar gesture and looked curiously at him.

“You tell me,” I said softly. I’ve pulled on my sleeves whenever I’m nervous since I started cutting and Vic has alluded to self harming before. It doesn’t hurt that he’s easy to read.

“W-what?” he stuttered.

“N-Nothing,” I muttered, a bit scared that he may be hiding something from me so early in the relationship.

‘You know, you’ve still got a pretty nasty secret in your closet,’ Phe reminded.

Damn it. But, telling him could ruin so much. Their friendship, Our blooming relationship—I’m just…

‘Scared. You’re just scared and damn near pathetic.’

What the fuck is wrong with you lately?! You’ve been acting like you did when you were considered ‘inner’.

Phe didn’t respond, which was unusual.

“Want to come to my house and watch a few movies?” Vic offered, smiling. “You pick, I get to kiss you whenever I want.”

“Can’t,” I sighed, slamming my locker. “I’ve got a fucking detention for skipping.”

“Oh,” he frowned. “When you’re done?” Vic asked, his arms encircling my waist.

“Sure,” I giggled.

We parted after a hilarious Eskimo kiss.

Once Vic disappeared from view I huffed and trudged to Rom 231 aka, hell.

“Nice of you to join us,” the man running today’s detention called. He was a large man that looked as if he wouldn’t be able to survive without a gym and a variety of energy drinks. I nodded meekly and glanced around. My blood ran cold as soon as I noticed Tinsley and a few of her jock friends glaring at me. I mustered as much confidence as I could to smirk at their livid expressions and glide over to a desk a reasonable distance away. Tinsley’s eyes noticeably widened and she whipped around, snapping her fingers to command her pet monkeys to the same. They grudgingly turned around, listening to whatever it was Tinsley was whispering to them. Since I completed all my homework in voluntary study hall, I pulled out an old sketch book and began to doodle. Thirty minutes out of the sixty I had serve passed when the monitor rose from his chair.

“I need to go make copies in the room across the hall. If any of you move or leave, I will double the amount of time you were originally assigned.”

I felt my throat tighten as he made his way towards the door. As soon as it closed behind him, Tinsley stood and stepped towards me. With my eyes downcast, I closed my journal and put down my pencil. The feelings of the unfortunate freshman from three years ago swallowed me up in the midst of this familiar situation.

“You bitch. There’s no doubt in my mind you told him to check those damn tapes and got him to feel all sympathetic for you!” she roared, the big guys still seated and waiting for orders.

“I don’t know who or what you think you are but I’m going to knock you off that fucking pedestal you think you deserve to be on. I am going to ruin you and destroy all that false confidence you’re imagining!”

I remained quiet, not giving her the privilege of eye-contact.

The door clicked and Tinsley slid back into her seat, looking as bored as she did when the monitor left. The broad shouldered man overlooked my slight shaking and resumed his seat on the desk, sorting the papers in his hands. Another tense thirty minutes passed before he dismissed us. I gathered my things and rushed out of the door and the school’s main exit. I relaxed seeing how I was far from school grounds and a block from home. It was winter so the sun sets pretty early here. I could tell it was dimming a bit so I stopped to pull on my jacket and continued on my way.

I passed by a gap between a tattoo parlor and a convince store that looked a lot like a deadly alley. I considered going through to get home quicker but decided against it and continued the long way.

“Hey freak!” Tinsley’s shrill voice called. I turned around and saw her and the big, angry, burly guys from detention. I began to shake as they neared. I dropped my bag and took off, pushing against the gentle breeze. My arms swung back and forth, trying to gain as much speed as possible. Everything was working against me and I began to work everything out in my head. They do hours of training on things like stamina and sprinting—the only sporty thing I participate in is gym! I could hear them gaining on me and I knew I wouldn’t be able to run the three blocks safely. No matter how futile, I continued to race against the pavement. I was eventually able to hear their heavy breathing and muttered curses clearer and clearer until I was eventually pushed against the concrete, falling hard on my chest.

“Aahhh…” I groaned, trying to get back up.

“Not so fast, bitch,” a large jock muttered aggressively, forcing me on my feet and picking me up so that my feet weren’t touching the ground. I immediately began to swing and kick at him, my eyes clenched shut in fear.

“Let me go!”

Before I could say anything else, a solid punch knocked the air right out of me. My eyes flashed open, my mouth agape and gasping for air.

“I know the feeling,” Tinsley mocked, smirking.

She…She punched me.

Silence. No voice to say anything suggestive.

Phe please, I need help.

‘I don’t know kid…This doesn’t look good,’ she worried,trying to think of something to do.

I hung my head, weakly kicking.

“Don’t be a punk. You were all big and bad when the tables were turned!” she giggled.

I sniffled.

“Since I have to apply for college with the worst behavior record possible, you’ll finish the year with the worst face possible,” she spat. One of the burly guys pulled my hair, exposing my face and making me yelp.

Tinsley winded her hand back and slapped me in the face, the smack loud and cringe-worthy.

I winced and stared back at her monstrous smile, “Fuck you.”

“Ah! The first words you said to me,” she reminisced, twirling the ring on her finger.

“Yeah, Wish it were the last.”

“Don’t you get!? You’re life is in my hands, you dumb whore. It’s not a good idea to fuck with me right now.”

Accepting my fate, I smirked, “Good thing you hit like a bitch.”

Notes

Oh snap!~ I'm surprised you guys didn't react as much to Vic asking her to be his girlfriend! That scared me a bit >_> and no, I haven't edited so sorry for any painful mistakes.
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