Page 65 of Hate Like Ours

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I don’t answer because too many emotions are going through my system right now and I don’t know how to feel or what to do anymore. Everything inside my head is just a mess. What just happened has added to the chaos I’m feeling.

“I suggest you remember your fucking place from now on,” he sneers and then he leaves me there with tears streaming down my face and my bare ass still displayed in the empty classroom.



I’m notsure how long I stand in that empty room but when I finally come to my senses, I pull my skirt down to cover myself and then wipe my eyes. I’m sure I look horrible right now with tear-stained cheeks.

My ass is on fire and I’m not sure what will take the pain away or how long this is going to hurt. It looks like today is another day where I’m going to skip class. I wouldn’t be able to concentrate with this constant sting on my skin anyway.

At this rate I probably won’t even graduate because the grade on my last pop quiz was horrible. I got a C, which is something that has never happened before. I’m even more anxious about stuff concerning school.

I need to pull myself together, otherwise my mom will kill me for letting my grades get so bad. But I can’t focus with all the shit happening to me. It’s becoming more than I can handle. Is it too much to wish that I could just be left alone?

When I manage to step out of the classroom, I’m barely aware of my surroundings. I stop by my locker to get the lotion I always keep in there. I’ll have to use that and rub it on my sore flesh and hope that it will help a little. When I get home, I’ll have to get some actual ointment for it but for now, I guess, the lotion will just have to do.

I grab my bag from my locker and put the lotion inside before I start moving in the direction of the bathroom. I’ve barely made it a step when I hear an ugly sounding laugh coming from behind me. I spin around to see Trent braced up against his locker which is a few spaces across the hall from mine.

“You won’t give me the time of day but you’ll let that asshole touch you when he doesn’t even like you?” he sneers at me. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at him. It’s not like he likes me either. I’m just a conquest to him and nothing else.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say, feigning ignorance. It’s best to play dumb with him. He seems unstable and I’m starting to get the picture that he hates Knox. He just snorts a laugh and it’s not a nice one either. It’s the type of laugh that gives you chills. It causes your fight-or-flight responses to kick in.

“Don’t play dumb, bitch. I saw everything!” he snaps at me and an ugly expression twists his face into a scowl.

I gulp. This is all that asshole Knox’s fault! I thought the dickhead made us go far enough into the room so that no one would be able to see us from the outside, but clearly, I was wrong. He probably doesn’t even care if anyone saw him. Great! That’s another thing I have to worry about. The fucking stress of this place is never ending.

I move to walk away from Trent. I don’t want to deal with him anymore. Instead of letting me go, he suddenly grabs my arm, squeezing it so hard that I wince. He sees my wince and just smirks at me. He’s definitely going to leave a bruise.

“I wasn’t done speaking to you, you filthy fucking whore!” he snaps.

“Well I am. I don’t have anything to say to you!” I snap right back at him.

“You really are a dumb bitch! You do know he’s the reason everyone hates you right? He hated you from the moment you got here and everyone followed his lead. Everyone always follows the oh-so-great Knox and yet you’re giving it up to him?” he asks, his voice coated in outrage. I rip my arm away and hastily retreat away from him.

“Stay the fuck away from me, asshole! What I do with my time is none of your business!” I snap before speed walking away from him. I’m nearing the bathroom when the bell rings, signaling the end of class. The hallway fills with students a second later.

Thank God. I have a feeling that he wouldn’t have had any qualms following me in here. The guy is definitely one of those that can’t take no for an answer. I’ll just have to find a way to ignore and avoid him as well.

Once I’m in the bathroom, I lift my skirt up and bunch it up and under my chin to hold it in place. I take the lotion out of my bag and squeeze a good amount out into the palm of my hand.

I rub my palms together and then rub it on each of my butt cheeks. The coldness of the lotion brings a little relief instantly to my overheated skin. I rub it in and once it’s dry, I try to twist my body around to see if I can see the marks I know are there, but I can’t see anything. Guess I’ll just have to wait until I get home to see the damage that Knox has done.

I still can’t believe that the spanking made me wet.

My masochist loves his sadist…

That definitely sounds like it would be a tragic love story.

When I step out of the stall, I see Ivy standing at the sink and she looks like a fire-breathing dragon right now. I mean if she was one, I’d probably be on fire right now if the stink eye she’s giving me is anything to go by.

“Slut!” she hisses at me.

“Excuse me?” I question.

“He’s just using you because you’re nothing but a fat whore who just gives it up to the first guy that shows her any attention even if it’s from the person that hates her.” She cackles like the crazy bitch that she is. Great, apparently everyone is throwing that in my face today.

“Are you mad that he left you? Cause I heard he dumped your ass for fucking around on him. If anyone was a whore here, it’d be you,” I snap at her. Who the hell does she think she is?

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