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Chapter Twelve
Sloane
By the end of the school day, I’d been given a new name: Vapor. It was written on my locker when I went to get my things. Apparently, Dorian was literally trying to make it so I didn’t exist. I was vapor. I was nothing.
The pranks started the next day.
It started out as little stuff, people throwing shit at me in class behind the teachers’ backs. I got wads of paper tossed at me. Spitballs.
Amateur stuff.
I’d gotten more ridicule than that over the years with all the schools I’d been to. But by the end of the week, they upped their game.
People stopped acknowledging me, like literally looked the other way as if I didn’t exist. When I did overhear people whispering, they used the word “Vapor” or “that girl.” I’d literally become Voldemort, or the girl who should not be named, overnight.
And the pranks didn’t stop.
I never saw people doing shit, but they somehow did it. I found sanitary napkins stuffed in my lockers. Like enough for them to fall out in an avalanche and make everyone laugh. Of course, when I looked at said laughing folks, they didn’t look directly at me. I was still Vapor or that girl. I was apparently the idiot who’d pissed off the Legacy boys, and they were getting people to do shit in their honor.
I just didn’t understand what I’d done.
I mean, I got that I’d talked back to Wolf. I had called him a bitch a time or two, but none of that had resulted in the hate that I’d gotten seemingly overnight from the dark prince. He’d come at me hot with little to no explanation.
And they still hung out with Bru.
He’d started his football stuff, and he now left before I woke up and returned long after I’d gotten home from school. He was at football practice. At least, that was what I’d had to sleuth about the house to discover. I found his football schedule on the fridge and gear in random places. He mostly kept it in the garage, but I still saw it.
My brother suddenly had this other life I wasn’t a part of, and whenever I did catch him (aka tried to say hi to him), he barely looked at me. I was sure he’d heard about the whole “vapor” thing.
Not that he did anything about it.
I hadn’t expected my little brother to fight my battles for me, but I assumed, unlike the rest of the school, he’d at least have my back. I knew we felt different about things that had occurred that first day at school. He was under the belief I’d gotten myself into this mess, but all this abuse from his “friends” was a new level.
Those dicks even had someone mutilate my gym stuff.
I’d literally caught some chick with a Court ring dunking my clothes in the girls’ locker room toilets while her friends watched. I yelled at them, but they divided like scared little bitches, and when I went to tell my gym teacher about it, the man hadn’t even looked at me. He just told me to get a new set from the extras before class.
And he hadn’t used my name either.
Dorian Prinze and the other Legacy boys certainly had clout around here, and their latest prank came in my English class.
My bag was buzzing.
Like it was buzzing to the point where the teacher had to stop class and see what was going on. Everyone looked around but they homed in on my stuff when the sound was so obviously coming from my direction.
I made the mistake of opening my book bag publicly.
A million and a half dildos buzzed around in there, and the teacher asked me to leave class to take care of it. I dumped the whole thing in the trash, then went to my locker instead, too embarrassed and frustrated to go back to class. I thought the dildo nightmare was over.
But then I opened my locker.
More fell out, a never-ending sea of pleasure wands at my feet and right when the bell happened to ring. The hallway filled with students as I did all I could to stuff them all back into my locker.
Laughter ensued around me, mocking me, and this whole thing was getting completely ridiculous.
He’s taking things too far.
I wasn’t going anywhere, but I also wasn’t submitting to the likes of this shit either. I’d been bullied before, and these Legacy guys weren’t breaking me.
