The Bad Boy's? Or my Abuser?

Chapter Three

Julian frowned not because she was late, but because three boys blocked her path, and she didn’t seem the happiest to come face to face with The Bad Boys of Casper High. She held her binders loosely in her right arm by her hip, and gave them a scowl The Batman would be proud of. She really wasn't in the mood to witness their bad boy ‘charm’, and she really didn’t feel like getting a lecture from her speech teacher on why she wasn’t on time for the second time this week.

“Okay what do I owe the pleasure of being in the presence of ‘The Bad Boys’, and why have I been so ‘gracefully’ been cornered.” her words where soaked in venom, and sarcasm. She really didn’t want to be in the same room with them, nonetheless a few feet away from them, and she really hoped she wouldn’t pick up and STD from standing this close to them. As if on cue the three boys each let a playful smirk adorn their lips, and Oliver had the audacity to actually ‘swagger’ up to Julian’s side only to sling an arm over her shoulder pulling Juliana into a side hug.

“I’ll give you three seconds to get your arm off my shoulder, before my foot connect with your balls, oh wait… what balls? I heard the latest cheerslut say your balls were nonexistent, and wasn't worth the quickie." She snapped, as she brushed Oliver’s arm off her shoulder, and swiftly sidestepped the two stooges who stood mouth agape in shock. Oliver’s body slightly shook with rage, as he watched her disappear into her class.

As Julian walked into class, with her shoulders back, and her head held high her teacher glared at her but allowed her to sit down as he continued his lesson on public speaking. She silently made her way to her seat in the middle of the class, she sat down next to a somewhat friendly face who really only gave her a questioning glance before he went back to taking notes on whatever Mr. Evans was teaching, and she hastily pulled out her own journal and pen to take notes. She fell into line with every other mindless student taking notes on whatever her teacher said, and eventually noticed she wasn't writing down what Mr. Evans was saying but more lyrics which she shook her head chidding herself. Mr. Evans was in the middle of taking a sip of water when the bell rang sending students scrambling to put their notebooks up, and Mr. Evans began to shout out what pages where due next class for homework which teens scrambled to write down or prayed their minds could remember.

As Julian entered the chaotic stream of teens in the hallway, snippets of drama floated into her ears, she almost froze stock still when she heard her own name amongst the drama, and she let out a soft groan as she schooled her facial features so she wouldn't give any of drama seekers any new material. She could almost feel their eyes bore into the back of her skull, as she squared her shoulders, and held her head up high. If she had heard her own name drug through the muddy floors of the drama seekers then she knew Sam had also heard, and was most likely defending her name or trying to get the story straight. Right on cue julians phone buzzed indicating she had a text, she finished her phone out of her leggings, and looked down confused noticing a ‘unknown’ number had sent her a message.

“I know you like me Storm, and i’m going to prove it” was all the text said, which pissed her off. How did he manage to sound cocky over a text, and how did Oliver or one of the other stooges get my number? Matter of fact why the hell is he barking up my tree, cause he ain't getting nothing but a black eye, and maybe a castration. Julian mused to herself as her phone buzzed again, this time it was Sam, and like she guessed it was asking if the rumors were true. She texted me the rumor she had heard apparently someone saw them having a ‘hot threesome’, and apparently there was picture proof. Gross why would I ever do it with dumb, dumber, and dumbest?