Stuck between two bad boys

The rest of the school period went well, just that I was thinking about why I wanted to let Devin see me and hug Nigel. Fine, I won’t lie about the little feelings I am just having towards him as well as the hate but I things it’s normal.

I can remember vividly two years ago, Mum told me about infatuation. From my point of view, I am just seeing nothing but a sixteen years old girl falling for what she is not sure of. And about Xavier, I can’t tell, I just don’t want to talk about that… that… damn!

I think I am in love with my stepbrother!

Walking down to detention, I fan my face with my left palm as I blinked rapidly. I can’t let those tears drop, never!

“Why does it hurt so much?” I sniffed.

Not even that he had ever told me that he loved me, nor have I told him that I love him, I still don’t get why I am feeling this hurt.

I know he is trying to makeup but it can’t work, not when all he wants is to just have my face against the wall and bang the shit out of me.

The classroom wasn’t as bad as I had expected and thank God, my detention will be ending in two days. I won’t get to see these worthless faces, especially Eva with her make-up-baked face. I wish she knows how horrible she looks with those long eyelash extensions.

I know Gabby seems to be the center victim but I am also the victim here, worst, that evil bitch came back without serving her own term. That’s not fair, I think I need a lawyer right this moment.

Nili isn’t much more of a stress today, not when she is busy flirting with Devin who wouldn’t look up his book. I could not see all that she was wearing from where she sat but I can tell she seems a bit pretty today.

The only front seat left was the one between Devin and Xavier. And trust me, I am not making that mistake, never in my life. With the look on Xavier’s face as he seems like he wants me to seat there which I won’t.

Not when Nili is sharing a seat with Devin I can’t handle to see.

Walking to the last. I mean the extreme last seat and made myself comfortable.

My stomach hurts.

My back aches.

My head hurts.

Even my heart aches but I can’t complain.

I am a woman, and women have to be strong. Even when the teacher Ms. Vanessa got in, she didn’t really make much eye contact with me.

She was the same one yesterday and I can’t help but feel greatly embarrassed for bleeding.

I can’t stop it.

I could have just been watchful and known when it was coming.

Watching her write Mathematics on the board with a marker, I brought out my both and began to stare into it. Even though I have no idea about what bi am doing but still want to try, Nili’s annoying laugh just seems to piss me off.

At least she can laugh quietly or less loud to make her less like a monkey.

Turning front and back on the same page, I just can’t cope. With my eyes closed, my head aching, my stomach hurting, and my patience running short, the only thing stopping me from going over to Devin’s seat to slam Nili’s head against the table is another detention week.

Placing my head on the table, I kept hoping something would happen. I wish I had taken any meds but as usual, I don’t. I let my period cramps go on it’s own but this time, I can’t tell why I am just getting frustrated over everything.

That laughter!

I want to just…

“Take the next seat, Nili”.

I looked up to see everyone minding their various business including Ms. Vanessa. I am sure she said something, I am sure she must have but she looks so engrossed in what she is reading.

“If you don’t want an extra week to be added to your detention” Ms. Vanessa looked up her book “Get off that place and join me in front. Now?” She added.

A sly smirk spread across my face.

If she eventually ask Nili to explain why she breaths, I bet the dumb girl has no reply.

Although I wasn’t expecting Nili to comply until I noticed that look on Eva’s face as she looked at Nili. So annoying, does she have to take an excuse for that… that… rat?

“Nili?” Now Ms. Vanessa seems very angry but with a calm face.

Slowly, Nili stood up, good the only thing she had on the table which is her phone, and went to the seat I would have sat on.

“Can I stay here instead?” Nili asked.

Ms. Vanessa just looked at Nili, the seat, at Devin who didn’t even raise his head and shrugged.

“If I hear you sneeze, two more weeks” She snapped “I mean it” she added.

Even I know she really meant it. Not with that calm but burning look on her red face.

I thought all has gone back to normal until I began to have this weird feeling, that feeling you get when you are being watched.

Not him! Not Devin this time!!

Looking up, I got to feel his gaze, his hot gaze staring at me. I can’t tell if he is glaring or just gazing as I could see his jaw born moving.

Blinking and shifting nervously on my seat, I tried to act like I wasn’t staring back. Like his gaze didn’t have this strange effect on me or the other person staring at me wasn’t making me feel awkward and not safe.

‘Assholes’.

The fact that they had been glaring at each other seems better than them now staring and glaring at me like I did something bad.

I don’t know what I did but immediately regret it. Not me coughing and feeling the clog dropping.

“Fuck”.

I panicked as I slowly raised my weight off the chair. Even after feeling Xavier and Devin stare at my forehead and when I look up I find them glaring at themselves, nothing just keeps adding up.

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Quickly, I began to search inside my bag. I am sure I did put an extra tampon in my bag this morning but where did I keep it. A relaxing smile spread across my face as I found it, placed it next to my pen, and closed my bag. Before I could raise my hand I looked up to meet Ms. Vanessa’s stern face.

“You can go,” She said.

Bless her heart!

Immediately I grabbed it and began to rush to the bathroom. I didn’t bother to look back at my seat for the fear of getting embarrassed by staining it again so I just go it, ignore the girls I saw, and slammed the door.

Pulling my trousers down to my hips, I gasped at the perfect timing. The tampon is really full and thank goodness it didn’t stain my jean.

“Maybe today is my lucky day after all” I chuckled.

A faint gasp escaped my throat as I heard the girls laughing horribly.

“I bet it is,” one of them said “Hey Emily, did you see the video of your cute ass bleeding to death?”.

I didn’t get to see their faces and it would be better to avoid another detention. If I had, immediately income out from here, I would make sure to make all of them suck my blood pussy but…

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed.

“Did you miss something?” Their annoying voice rang out again “We can be of help…”.

I wish they would but I know they can’t. Not when I am seating on the toilet seat after pulling my tampon out. I can still feel blood drop into the closet as hot sweat breaks out my forehead.

I had carried my pen instead of my tampon!