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My last class of the day is History, where Mr Elliott asks us to revise for our exams. My revision attempt is a flop. I can’t concentrate on anything but the message from Master Hill. I want to send a response back, but I can’t do it yet. Not while Garrett is watching me like a hawk, his hand on my thigh for the whole class, as he draws silly faces in his workbook, trying to make me laugh.
He succeeds, for the most part.
After school, I ditch detention and catch the bus home from school instead of waiting for my mum. She wasn’t happy about my behaviour in Health class, and I want to avoid seeing any more disappointment on her face. I also want to dodge any more questions she’ll have about my less than stellar behaviour.
I try to avoid catching the bus with the other students as much as possible because I find them annoying. Today is no exception, with eyes falling on me as I walk up the aisle looking for a seat. When I spot one about halfway in, the girl who I think is a year below me at school quickly puts her bag on the seat, glaring at me in a dare to challenge her for the spot. Ugh! I can’t be fucked with this bullshit. Maybe I should have waited for my mum.
“Hey, George. Over here!” I glance up to see Luke Brewer waving his hand in the air. “There’s a spare seat here.”
My brows shoot up. Luke Brewer doesn’t talk to me. In fact, none of his mates talk to me. Ever. Maybe he’s friends with one of my guys? Who knows, but since I need a seat with people pushing me from behind to move, I stumble my way to the back of the bus and sit in the vacant seat next to Luke.
“Thanks.” I offer Luke a smile as I shove my bag to the floor between my feet.
“Any time George.” He smiles at me, his eyes flaring with excitement. That’s the first moment I realise I’ve made a mistake in taking this seat. “So, you and Bossi, hey? Didn’t think a girl could tie him down.”
I shift uncomfortably, shooting him a fake half-smile. “Yeah. Me and Bossi.”
“And you and Hastings too, I hear. Is that true?” Luke asks, twisting at the waist to face me better. When I don’t answer him, he continues as the bus starts to move. “Rumour has it you’re fucking Grady and Cole, too. How does that work exactly? You only have three holes to fill. Does someone have to jack off while they watch?”
My nostrils flare at his words, heat flushing over my skin, up my neck to engulf my face.
“Guess what I heard?” Dion Richards leans over the seat from behind us, scaring the shit out of me. “I heard they fill you so full of cum that it’s putting your health at risk of a protein overdose.”
Anger bubbles in my gut as they laugh, and I shift to move off the seat. Standing would be better than dealing with these fuckwits, but a hand grips my thigh just under my skirt, and I shoot my eyes back to Luke, who’s biting his lip as he sizes me up.
“I can see the appeal, George. You’re one fine piece of arse. I bet you fuck like a whore, too.”
I’m about to go ham on Luke, but Dion jumps right in with his own opinion, making me freeze.
“You’re my top choice for the girl in the video, Rhys.” I turn in the seat, eyes wide, looking at him in shock. “I sent my guess to that email. I’m feeling pretty confident that I’ll be winning the cash. Maybe once I get it, I can treat you to a weekend away. One hotel room. A revolving door. The entire basketball team. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? All that dick filling you up?”
I’d like to think I’m a pretty open-minded person, and sure, I’ve been called a whore so many times I’ve lost count, but this? This is different. They are making the beautiful thing I have with my guys sound like nothing more than a filthy porn movie. I could try to explain to them that it’s more than sex, but let's face it, they aren’t gonna hear me. So, I respond in a way I know they will understand.
“Take your hand off my leg!” I yell, drawing the attention of people around us. Luke, the stupid fucker he is, just chuckles and glides his hand up higher, so I yell again. “I do not give you permission to touch me.” And again, he doesn’t fucking listen because guys like this don’t think the rules apply to them.
“Hey!” Someone yells out from down the bus. It’s a girl's voice, and I don’t look because I keep my eyes on Luke, not wanting to let him out of my sight.
“Don’t pretend like you’re not dripping wet for me to fuck you, George.” Luke grins, licking his lips before Dion decides to lay his hands on me as well, sliding his hand down over my front to aggressively grab my tit through my school shirt.
Oh, well. I did ask them not to. They should have listened.
With Dion’s arm resting near my chin as he fondles my tit, I turn my head to the side and bite down hard onto his arm.
Something like the sound of a pig being slaughtered flies from his mouth as blood fills mine. Not liking what I’m doing, Luke squeezes my upper thigh painfully, and I release Dion’s arm as I bare my blood-stained teeth and hiss. Dion flies backwards, still squealing while I hone in on my next victim.
Something in my expression causes Luke to still and then recoil back against the window of the bus, and without thinking twice, I grasp his junk, squeezing tight until he too is squealing, my nails digging in right before I rear back and throw a hard punch to his face.
Everything goes crazy after that. Hands come out of nowhere, dragging me off Luke and across the aisle, and I protest, screaming with rage, wanting to hit him over and over. But I realise I don’t need to. Two senior girls are dragging Luke and Dion by their hair, reefing them over any bags in the way as students scramble to make a clear path.
The bus has stopped. We’ve pulled over on the side of the road somewhere, and I can see the bus driver standing up, watching the girls as they remove Luke and Dion from the bus, literally kicking them off down the steps to tumble out into the street. Another girl has their bags, and she tosses them out before turning back to everyone looking on.
“It is not ok to touch anyone without their permission. And it is also not ok to sit by and pretend you’re not seeing it happen. Speak up girls! We need to stick together. And if there are any guys that have a problem with what I just said, then I suggest you get off the bus now because we will not tolerate this bullshit anymore. It ends now!”
Cheers ring out through the confined space of the bus cabin, and I finally recognise who the girl is. Evie Prattle. And her sidekicks are Cassie Davis and Kim Sherman. They are well respected year twelve girls, and Evie is known to speak up about the confronting things people prefer to sweep under the rug. I’m pretty sure it stems from her younger sister being raped at a party last year. People knew it was happening, and no one tried to stop it or spoke up for fear that they’d be shunned or bullied.
The bus driver takes his seat, starting the bus back up, and as everyone else follows suit, the bus pulls away from the curb, and I see a very shamed Luke and Dion on their arses on the side of the road.
“Are you ok?” Evie asks, coming to sit across the aisle from me, ignoring the guy cowering in his seat.
