Temptation

Chapter 4

«L'enfer, c'est les autres.» -Jean-Paul Sartre

«Hell is other people.»
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I stood in front of the locker, in a bath towel, defeated. A cold sweat rolled from my forehead slowly down to my neck.My breath felt heavy. Bile started to form on my throat. My skin turned red and itchy due to the water drying on me. I was trembling. Maybe if I close my eyes and wait for a few seconds, I will wake up, and everything will be fine. No, what I was staring at was real. I wanted to curl up in a corner and cry.

My fist clenched, and I gritted my teeth. I could not blink, I was sweating, and my mouth was dry. I reached for what was supposed to be my clothes. The smell of bleach makes me cough, and tears rolled down my cheeks.

The only time I pleasured myself and brought a thousand dollars designer jacket, it was ruined with bleach and cut into pieces along with all my other clothes. I decided to join the swimming class as Xavier suggested to me, sadly we did not have it the same day, but I was having fun, and I enjoyed the pool. When it was time to take a shower and dress up to go to the next class, I found my clothes bathed in a pool of bleach and cut into pieces on the floor—Destroyed.

I felt hot, I felt the rage build-up and my cheeks hurt from grinding my teeth. I snatched the fabrics angrily and headed for the hallways. I did not care that I was in a towel. Everyone was looking at me like I was crazy.  My step felt heavy. I was yelling, asking everyone where he was? A girl pointed out to me that he was in the dining hall. Holding the towel, I sprint through the building. I yanked the door opened, and there he was, seating in the middle with Agea, Shawn, and Juan. I walked up to them with my head high and my fists clenched, the sound of my barefoot slapped on the ceramic floor. I was praying that I do not slip and humiliate myself more than I was already. Everyone was shocked, and I could hear the whispers and chuckle. I threw the clothes at his face and bent over the table, eyes full of anger.

"I just wanted to congratulate you because you just single-handedly touched my last fucking nerve. I hope you happy about the art that you created because so help me, God, I will ruin you," I hissed between my teeth.

I was beyond furious, he has been tormenting me for almost three weeks, and every time it is this childish devilish hoax that makes me want to scoop his eyes out. They were not pranks; they were evil acts to humiliate me and make me give up Trinity Fox, and to be frank, they are almost successful because I am this close to exploding, take a bus to nowhere and say screw everyone, everything, and in between. The school media page is full of videos of me covered in paints, black goos, and dirt. He even filled my book bags with used condoms, you heard me, Used condoms. He did many humiliating things to me, and I tried to get him back, but his puppets warned him, and I got embarrassed. I talked to the schools' heads, but seemingly, they do not give a flying flinch about what is going on.

"Bitch, please. Take your threats somewhere else because a cockroach is scarier than you. You want to look tough, but we both know that you just a scared little child," he smirked, unbothered.

"The only child present in the room is you. I don't care what you think you know about me because you don't know me and what I am capable of, Julian, and go fuck yourself," I yelled, hitting the table with fury.

"I do that every night. But glad we on the same page because you don't know me and what I am capable of either, so watch your mouth!" he snapped back.

"You are going to pay for this, and I mean it if I have to take it to hell with you, I will. You are not the only player on the game anymore. Remind yourself that"

I hit the chair next to him and leave the dining hall with grace. Almost all students were in class at this time, so no one saw me running across the courtyard in a towel except the guard. He looked confused.