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2024-10-29 19:42:56My final classes of the day were the worst. Gym is at the top of the list. I wasn’t very athletic, and it showed in everything I did. Our class was broken into two. Girls. And guys.
The guys ran track, while we played basketball today. Then tomorrow, we would run, while they played on the court.
I guess this was the school’s way of keeping horny teens apart while performing touch sports. Their efforts went in vain. Ninety percent of the seniors lost their virginity years ago.
“Dani. Team B.” I heard the coach shout from the center of the court. A few of the girls let out a few moans. Partly because they knew I would not help in their efforts to win. “Suit up ladies!” She shouted once more.
The locker room was full of girls changing into our standard white shirts and red shorts. And as they hurriedly rushed to return to the court, I took my time changing, waiting until the locker room was nearly empty. I’d noticed bruises forming on my arms in the places Rick grabbed me yesterday.
The purplish color stood out on my copper tan skin.
I rushed to get dressed so that no one could see the one secret I would keep to myself.
“Hey, Danica.” I heard as soon I left the locker room. A long arm draped over my shoulder and a whiff of musk hit me. I didn’t have to look up to know it was Lucas.
He was the only guy at this school to show me any attention. Though his attention was never the good kind.
A few years ago, Lucas leaned in to kiss me and I didn’t return the favor. Since then, he has made it his life’s mission to ruin my days. As if I didn’t have enough to deal with.
I moved his arm off my shoulder. “I’m late getting to the court Lucas.” I removed myself from his embrace and began to pick up my pace.
I didn’t want to be in the hallway alone with him. Though his teasing never reached beyond a few insults about my looks, I was hesitant to be around him too long. I’d seen him in action. It was like he lived to torture others. There was no limit to what he would not say or do.
But what marveled me the most was that girls still loved him, no matter how much of a jerk he was. He would ignore them, and they still graveled at his feet.
I made it safely to the gym before I heard him call out to me.
“Oh, Danica! Don’t leave me like this.” He yelled getting everyone’s attention. “Daaannniii!!!” He taunted me with my own name.
A few of his friends joined in. “Daaaaaannnniii!” They all called as I walked away.
Some of the girls began laughing and teasing. I heard one girl say. “Do you think she took them all on?”
A nasty laugh from behind the girls caught my attention. I didn’t have to look to see who that was either. Angel was her name. Though there was nothing angelic about her.
Angel’s mouth curved up in a way that I knew something bad was going to happen. “That would be the perfect way to stretch before gym class.”
The other girls laughed. Lucas and his friends had long since stopped calling my name and moved far away from us. But his joke would haunt me for the next hour.
Every time I made a move, somehow the other girls would find a way to make a sexual joke about me. I guess the thought of one girl and four guys is funny. My face was red with anger and embarrassment.
When the teacher dismissed us to the locker rooms, I practically ran to leave. I didn’t bother showering. I changed clothes quickly and head to my last class.
A hard shove from the back sent me flying into a locker.
I didn’t have time to bounce back. The back of Angel’s arm pressed into the back of my neck. “I thought I told you to leave Lucas alone.” She said in my ear.
“I wasn’t messing with Lucas. He spoke to me.” I admitted, hoping she would remove her arm.
“That’s not what it looked like to me. I told you before. Lucas is mine. I don’t want you looking at him. I don’t want you talking to him.”
No one said a word. They just continued to watch as my tears began to stain the locker door.
“Get off me, Angel!” I tried to shout.
She pushed her arm into my neck once more before removing it.
I was free but the pain remained. I grabbed my backpack and took off running. I didn’t bother staying for my last class.
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