Fiction

I stare at the horrid thing as it just sits there, on the end of bed, taunting me. Hugging my knees tighter into my chest, I feel my tears running down my legs.

How could I have been so stupid?!

“Well. What are you waiting for?” I say scowling at Glenn trying to be encouraging but probably sounding gruffer than I meant to be.

My hands trembling; struggling with the key in the lock; my breath is quick and short; he is right behind me; I feel his hand lift my skirt and grab my arse; his bare skin feels rough against mine.

“No!” I scream.

“Are you sure you’re allowed to wear heels?” says Mum giving me piercing look.

Why is that whenever a girl calls a boy out on his bad behavior it must be because the girl is being unreasonable?

Dragging Jordan around the corner, I push him through the door into the East Block girls loos.

“Not frigg’n wog ball again.” says Eric and spits on the ground next to him.

Amanda meets a hottie at a party. Romeo and Juliet it’s not.