FALLEN FOR MY IDENTITY

Kathleen Right in front of me stood a bunch of them. They had their cellphones raised high, taking videos and shots of me as I stood shocked and terrified with nothing wrapped around me. Not even underwear on me, not a bra. There was high-pitched laughter so disgusting in my ears, but I still couldn't tell how I got there in the first place. I was all naked in the middle of the locker room, and it was looking too early for my gaze. A number of boys from the football team were giggling and whispering to themselves. "Who else could they be talking about if not my naked self?" I thought. Turning and rolling my eyes around in beats, I see James tied to a locker with a sock in his mouth. Putting my worries down to a pause, I couldn't help the tears rolling down my cheeks seeing him so helpless and in his head. I knew he thought he had let me down for the third time again. I wonder why I feel so responsible for his sorrow. I have him as the only friend I have living alone. He always wants to stand up for me no matter what. But he still gets himself into trouble. I told him to stop, but he still doesn't listen, and once again, he fights for his dignity as it gets buried six feet deep. I was still fixed on the ground, speechless with a waterfall of tears rolling down my eyes. "Hey, stop!" A bold, loud voice snaps me out of my misery. At my turn, there she was, gazing at me. "Angela!" I snapped in a barely audible voice. "What the f**k is wrong with you shameless Bulldogs?" She articulated with precision. If you believe in harassing people, then go harass your own mother, you i***t. " I pulled myself out and went to the bathroom, but I couldn't stop my eyes from gazing. She is the most self-centered and solo woman I know. She picked out lines in her mouth to stand out for me. A thought of James snapped me out of it. I know for sure that he can't bare it. Not anymore. "Take my pants." Angela picked up her bag. I can't compare the embarrassment. Whether it's being naked in front of the whole school or in Angela's sight, Getting the pants on, the bra and her blouse. I rushed to the locker room, leaving her at the bathroom door gently moving. Another gaze at James drew tears out of my eyes. I picked up a pair of scissors from my locker to help cut the tape that had him wrapped around a locker. With so many trials, I finally untied him. He took the sock out of his mouth, and I couldn't help but notice how dirty it was. He grabbed and hung me tightly. Tears streamed down his chubby cheeks and onto my blouse. "I am so sorry, Kathryn!" He spoke in tears. His, for sure, was very sincere. "I did try to pick you out of the stupid party but you insisted on staying and no..." I cut him off with my sarcastic apology, saying it was something we could bear, not as if it hadn't happened before. I was naked in front of the whole school. It hadn't happened before, but I needed him back. I needed my silly narrative friend, who threw everything behind him and moved on by my side because, despite my strength, the situation took me down and all I needed was comfort, which only he could provide. We cried ourselves out in that hug. I took my textbook out of the locker and headed to class with him in the back of my mind. Just at the door, I asked James to act normal. It was as if nothing had happened, and that's exactly what he did. We headed in, and as usual, he picked up a chair for me. I took the seat, but still all eyes were on us. Angela was seated at the back of the class, minding her business. Obviously, she draws her comics all over her textbook. "Eyes on me, ladies and gentlemen." Miss. Rachel startled all of us, and I was thankful for it. The class went on calmly, but a little strangely. My eyes were stuck on Angela all the time, and then the bell startled me. It was lunchtime and I never wanted to go out of class. James grabbed my hand and snapped me out of my self-worry. I stood still with my lunch and James trying to spot Angela's table, putting every ounce of courage I got in both my feet to go thank her for her selflessness. When I got to her table, as usual, she was seated alone. "May I?" I asked her permission in a more submissive tone. "Go ahead." "Help yourself with the seat." She uncaringly replied, as I expected, but still, I was appreciative. She continued. "What the hell is your puppet doing standing over me?" "Ask him to sit," with a cut-annoying voice, referring to James. To myself, I knew it was over. The grateful thoughts I had in my head had vanished. All I had was fury. "How could she, who doesn't think she is?" All these angry thoughts are running through my stubborn head. I picked up my tray, looked at her and whispered in her ear. "Thanks for what you did for me, miss, but no one disrespects James in front of me. I will get your clothes back to you clean and ironed tomorrow. " I walked with James at my back to an empty table. Just after we had rested our trays and were ready to eat, someone picked up James's tray and threw it to the ground. Dalton, the popular piece of s**t in school, James hurriedly got up and was trying to say something when a hand grabbed his. It's Angela once again, back to our rescue. Her eyes turned back to Dalton. pushing him away from the table. If you want to pick a fight or act gross, why don't you do it with so.." After cutting her rescue speech shot, I rambled at her. I don't think we need you this time round, see! We can pick it up from here. She looked at me disgustingly, and I knew I was wrong, but I had myself exaltation back in my bones, and I felt it. I then turned to Dalton and finished Angela's statement in a snap. "Pick up a fight with someone your size." "But that wasn't what I was going to say." She slightly mumbled to herself, and I could hear her. I looked at her, trying to question what she said with my face, but she turned and walked away, leaving Dalton and us.