HEATHER POV
Saturday, a cold one. A cold breeze lingered in the atmosphere, setting shivers down my spine as I sat on the bed, phone at hand.
Nancy had slept over and she was still under the covers, snoring deliberately. I choose to ignore her, and instead strolled down the school internet.
“ Stop checking the internet won’t you?” Nancy mumbled, from under the bed covers.
“ Khia’s trending. Apparently she’s terrified of blood.” I answered, strolling through the school website.
“ Heather…!” she said as she grabbed my phone and hid it under the covers.
I smacked her head and she cried.
“ Give it back!” I yelled , punching her playfully.
“ No!”
“ Bitch!” I hissed before folding my arms over my chest.
“ It’s the weekend for God’s sake! Can we enjoy the school free feeling? Please Heather?”
“ Yeah of course master Nancy!” I mumbled before jumping off the bed.
“ Where are you going?” she asked, removing the covers from her face.
“ Oh my gosh you look like an otter!” I laughed at her puffy eye bags.
“ Hahaha!” she sarcastically said, “ So, where are you going?”
“ I’m getting us some coffee. You don’t want coffee?”
“ I do,” she said. “ Bring something to eat as well,”
I nodded before opening the door and walking out.
As soon as I closed the door, I held onto my knees for balance and cried silently.
They had posted a video of Dexter and I being attacked by Zero. It had hundreds of views already and people were privately messaging me with homophobic remarks.
Some even asked if I had which private part.
It was awful. I had to pull on a smile for Nancy though. She couldn’t see me in this state. I bit my lower lip until I could taste my blood. What a wicked feeling!
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