Lycan Chronicles; From Curse To Queen

Chpt 2: Public Humiliation

~Emily

I closed my eyes at the entrance of the school's door and inhaled deeply. I was the only one standing outside. The rest had all strolled into the school's building.

Finally, after my breathing exercise, I developed an inkling of courage. Although, my heart was still beating faster than normal.

It was probably because of the excitement I felt regarding my plans to apologize to my mate and get him to realize that I acknowledge his efforts to try to make me his.

A smile sat on my lips as I walked through the double doors of the entrance of the school. As soon as I passed through the doors, I saw one of my classmates and I raised my hands up happily to greet her.

"Cheryl," I called her, my smile stretching into a grin.

She was petite with blonde hair and used to smile whenever I greeted her at times.

She turned to me, her smooth face morphing into scorn as soon as her eyes settled on me. Then she packed up her books and stood up.

She walked past me with her head held up straight, like I was invisible—a ghost.

The shock on my face was palpable as my smile disappeared instantly from my face. I looked ahead. Perhaps she woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning.

I walked further into the hall but as I walked past the students who all stood in pairs and groups at their locker, I could see something in the way they looked at me and whispered amongst themselves.

I couldn't tell what was going on but I could feel the air grow thick with hatred.

Was it directed at me?

"Hey, bi*ch." I heard a student say from somewhere in the hall.

I didn't even have the time to process the fact that I might be the one who was being called that when a piece of parchment hit my face and fell to the ground.

I bent down and picked it up. It was scrunched up… I slowly opened it. There was something scribbled in it, and it said, ‘Did you really like being f*cked pig?’

The paper fell from my hands like it burned my skin. I turned around abruptly, trying to find out who threw that paper at me.

"Who was that?" I yelled in the hallway, my voice shaky, but no one responded.

Instead, they all smirked at me while some others laughed at me.

"I was the one who threw it at you, Emily. I'm reminding you how much of a dirt you are."

It was Selena who was speaking. My biggest bully of all time. She and her gang—a group of three other vain girls like her—never ceased to make my life a living hell in school.

"What are you talking about?" I asked her as she and her gang strolled up to me.

"You are always acting so innocent." She said with a lot of spite in her tone, like she had just switched up her game of being even more mean today and I didn't have the time to deal with her at that moment.

"Please, let me be. Please, you're hurting me," She had the back of her palm placed over her head, her beautiful face, a masterful blend of feigned innocence and obvious mockery as she mimicked my voice and what I normally said to her every time she bullied me.

I pursed my lips, trying to control the surge of anger I was feeling at this point.

She walked up close to me and held my shirt by the collar, violently pulling me close to her.

"What makes you think that you're any different from us, you slimy little pig w***e?" She cursed at me.

My brows dipped in anger and my mind raced with thoughts of what to do to her.

Today wasn't one of those days when she would bully me while I would feel so sad and sorry for myself. In the end, I got noticed despite my weight. I was given a mate. A handsome one at that who though once a bully, was ready to take me as his as well.

And at this point, she was wasting my time. I needed to speak with him as soon as possible.

"I don't have time for this, Selena," I said in a calm low tone.

A smirk appeared on the side of her lips,

Leaning in, she whispered.

"You must be feeling high and mighty now because your filthy body has been seen and touched but you shouldn't feel so special because all that will fade very soon, my love. No one wants a fat pig for a mate,"

Her words pricked me, but I refused to let her see how hurt I was.

Her eyes roamed my face, betraying a hint of mischief, amusement, and defiance as though she dared me to challenge her.

She let me go with such force that would have made me stumble backward if I didn't have a good stamina,

"Acting as though we are the rotten ones, when all the while, you are even more shameless yourself." The girls said amongst themselves as they laughed and walked past me, roughly bumping their shoulders into mine.

I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply, and made my way to the senior's corridor where Kyle undoubtedly was.

I didn't have to walk very far when I saw him standing with some other popular boys like himself. He was laughing with them about something, and they were all looking at their phones.

I plucked up enough courage and took some steps close to him.

"Kyle."

He turned back and immediately stopped laughing as soon as he saw it was me.

My heart swelled with admiration as I stared at him from across the corridor. No one else and nothing else mattered to me at that moment.

His friends around him stared at me weirdly and one even gave out a snort.

I shook that out of my head and focused on the task at hand.

"Kyle, I'm sorry," I began as I took small nervous steps towards him, "I shouldn't have left you the way I did. I was just too shy." I stopped in front of him and flashed him a nervous smile.

All my insides were jittery with both excitement and nervousness.

He stared at me with furrowed brows, his lips pursed together firmly in scrutiny.

He must be really annoyed with me.

I sighed and took some more steps close to him, gathering enough courage to actually stand in front of him.

"Look, I got cold feet but then—" I paused, pushing some hair strands which covered my face behind my ear.

"I—"

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked me with a dry tone.

I blinked severally, unable to understand why he was asking me that question.

"To—apologize," I responded regardless.

He scoffed and then let out a low chuckle, "For what?"

My mind was racing at a million miles per second trying to understand what was going on right now.

"I mean, for last night at the ball."

He sighed, then turned to his friends who laughed. They were laughing at me.

"Kyle," I called and took another small step forward.

I reached out to touch him, but he shoved me away so violently that I fell backward, my butt colliding with the floor so bad it hurt.

While trying to understand what was going on at the moment, I was also trying to get my clothes not to ride up my thighs.

What did I do that he would treat me this way?

"Are you trying to force yourself on me like you did the night of the ball?"

I gasped and raised my head in shock at the allegation he just levelled against me.

"Don't act so innocently. You tried to get me to sleep with you" He yelled.

Then he turned to his friends who were laughing at the scene unfolding in front of them.

"This pig tried to actually get me to sleep with her." Kyle mocked and they laughed even harder.

The noise and the commotion caused others to gather around from their various classes.

I raised my head briefly and my eyes met with Selena's. She smirked triumphantly at me.

Her face read, "I told you so,"

"Here guys, here's a picture of her fat ass." Another student said and pulled out his phone, turning it to the populace.

I looked up and caught a glimpse of a photo of my exposed back while I was in Kyle's room.

That moment, it felt like something snapped inside my heart.

The weight of his humiliation finally crashed down on me like a tidal wave. My face became a fiery blush, as my skin set aflame with shame. I couldn't look up at them. I couldn't meet their mocking gaze.

My mind was reeling with thoughts of betrayal and each one was a piercing dagger aimed directly at my heart further shattering my already battered self-esteem,

How could I have been so stupid? Did I really think he or anyone else would fall in love or accept to be with an overweight pig like me? Why did I let this happen? The questions swirl around violently in my mind, a maddening vortex of self-doubt and regret.

I should have never let him fool me the way he did.

I felt someone shove my shoulder roughly "I told you didn't I? That it won't last and that you had to get the thought of it out of your mind. No one would ever want you,"

It was Selena who spoke and they all burst out laughing once again.

My mind was numb at this point, my body heavy.

The air around me at that moment seemed to vibrate with the mocking laughter and snickers of those who stood there to witness my humiliation.

Each guffaw, each snide comment, each chuckle was a fresh blow to my already battered and bruised psyche.

There was nothing I wanted more than for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of ridicule, unable to escape the suffocating grip of my own shame.

"I'd like to see what you're hiding under those hideous clothes you put on, too." Another voice came from within the crowd.

A lump grew in my throat.

Kyle bent close to me, and whispered.

“I reject you as my mate. I'll be over my dead body that I'll accept someone like you. Pig!”

Pain washed through me at his rejection. He should have just rejected me at the party instead of getting my hopes up and humiliating me like this. Then it wouldn't have hurt this badly.

I managed with herculean effort to will my body to stand.

My legs were shaking so much but I forced them to turn in the direction of the stairs and started making my way to the exit of the school.

They didn't stop laughing and the sound of their mockery and laughter was deeply etched in my mind. There was no way I'd ever be able to forget this day.

My eyes were pooling with tears as I walked aimlessly without, any directions on the street.

The biting air whooshed past me, biting into my skin as cars rapidly drove past me.

I was so lost in thought that by the time I heard the honk of the car it was late. My body froze as I stood in the middle of the road, the headlight of a car rapidly drawing closer to me.

Perhaps, death was the only answer at this point. I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply and was ready to receive the impact of the car slamming into me.