Shock

I round the corner, trying to make it to my locker so I can get my books and go home. It's been one helluva day, and I just want to finished the stupid homework and grab a plate of cookies and a glass of milk... and maybe one of my favorite mystery stories.

I can't help the giggle as I think of the romance I picked up... but that's a secret! If I can't have a boyfriend in real life, I might as well have one in my imagination... The perfect boyfriend. One who loves me and knows how to treat me like I matter to him... I sigh, trying to cool my cheeks from burning bright pink.

And then I skid to a stop. I think my entire body just locked up and my brain can no longer function. Because there is no way in hell I'm seeing what I'm seeing right now.

What the hell?!

Ares Beck is right in front of my locker... But it isn't just him. He's got Trisha Robins pressed up against my locker and sticking his tongue down her throat like he's searching for treasure. The chick has her hands all over him, and he's worse than an octopus! He's groaning and she's giggling.... And I'm gagging!

I can't help it! I freeze. Just what exactly is going on right now? Is it pick on Samantha Day and I didn't get the notice? Nothing has been going well since I stepped foot in the damn school. Girls have been harassing me, boys have been bumping into me. It's like no one sees me at all!

I kinda wish they didn't see me. I want to be a ghost right now, because then I wouldn't be witnessing this freaking p**n show! I want to jab my eyes out, but I can't! I'm still stuck here like an idiot, watching two other idiots make fools of themselves!

What the hell am I supposed to do? I just need my damn books and he's here making out with some skank against MY locker! Why can't he make out with her at HIS LOCKER?

Is this going to be a reoccurring thing? Because if it is, I'm asking the office to move my locker to the other end of the school I really am not trying to watch this pathetic display. I don't want to be anywhere around him and his slut. I want to go home where I can binge on crap TV and eat ice cream, and pretend I have friends... Like my teddy bears.

I know he's doing this on purpose because he's smirking at me while his kissing his toy, before he pulls away. I want to smack his damn face, but I'm still frozen in front of my damn locker. I wish I could unfreeze and run the hell away from here!

"I know you've got a little crush on me, Sammy. But a little privacy, please," he teases. "You know you will never be good enough to kiss any of the guys in this school, right?" He laughs. Then he leans over and whispers in my ear. "I know you're jealous and you are wishing it was you. But it will never be you."

I chill of revulsion rushes through my body causing me to shiver from his close proximity. He is way too close! I can smell her perfume all over him and it's making my nose itch... I might be allergic to aroma-de-skank...

"Seriously! Who'd want to kiss a little creep like you?" Trisha's voice came out high and nasally. "You are just a nasty little slut, just wishing you could be something important to him... Like me!"

I almost scoff. Does she really think she's important to him? I'll give him an hour. Two at tops to switch girls and I won't even be sad... I'm just disgusted.

I must still be in shock because I'm looking at these two horn-dogs leaning against my locker and my brain hasn't even caught up to what they were saying about me until the hallway breaks into laughter. Loud and mocking.

I look around as the whole student body seems to have gravitated to my locker just to make fun of me. Of course I'm this tiny little freshmen and all these guys are huge giants. Everyone seems to believe what they are saying. Do they really think I'm the slut when I have never even been kissed?