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HOPE's POV

“Loser!”

A water balloon smashes right at the back of my head and explodes. The crowd bursts into laughter and I? I have become a walking goo of slimy green and red.

“Hey, Omega! Clean up the mess will ya?”

“Don’t dirty the school hall with your ugly footprints!”

More snickers ensue. Another balloon comes at me. It gets me in my back this time and my white cottony shirt is now a slimy blue.

Great.

I swallow the lump in my throat and bend down to pick up my textbooks. They had fallen out of my hands at the assault of the first balloon. My biology book gets picked first, then chemistry and finally, poetry. They’re all covered in slime, it’ll take time to clean them all.

And just as I reach out for the last item, my sketchbook, a neon pink sneaker appears and stomps on my hand, unleashing a crushing pain on me.

“Argh!” I scream when the owner presses down, the soles of the sneaker grinds against my skin and bones.

“Oh…if it isn’t little Miss Goodie Two Shoes herself,” a honeyed voice dripping with sarcasm calls out.

I do not have to look up to know who it is. Sara Carter. Queen Bee of Wulf High herself.

I force my head up to look at her. Sara twirls her hair as she smirks at me. Her blonde hair is teased and highlighted and today, she is wearing a micro mini skirt that probably would have sent her to detention if it were not for the fact that her father owns this school. Around us, the guys gather, their eyes flickering up and down her long tanned legs.

“Bitch,” She points her long-painted nails at me, “you made a mistake in my homework and I got a B in English!”

“Well, if you had a brain, you’d be able to spot the mistake yourself,” I mutter under my breath.

“What. Did. You. Say?”

Oops.

Sara does not like what she hears. She presses harder on my hand and I grimace. Shit, this is excruciatingly painful.

“Boys,” she signals over to her faithful male followers, “How about a little fun for you all? You can take your turns with our little virgin here. Pop her cherry and show her a thing or two?”

What?

Sara removes her feet and immediately, I retract my hand and try to scamper away. But the guys are quick and strong. None of them are omegas and weak like me. They grab my feet and I fall face down with a thud. My glasses break and I scream for help, clawing at the ground but no one comes to my aid. The crowd, those who had gathered quickly disperse, pretending that they cannot hear my cries for help. as Sara's 'guy friends' drag me down the hall.

No one dares to cross Sara Carter. To do so would be a living hell.

“No, please!” I scream. “Let me go!!!”

I try to kick at the two guys who are pulling me along. It is already past 3 and most of the teachers have left school. I should never have stayed back to do my revision at the school library today. I should never have come to this godforsaken town.

One of the guys, Chad is his name I think, giggles as he kicks open the door to a storeroom.

No, no, no! Fear rises in me like bile. This isn’t happening!

“Don’t touch me!” I yell at the top of my lungs, swinging my arms at them frantically. Please don’t touch me. Just leave me alone! I just want to go home….

Water fills my eyes as I try to fight back and Mike, the other guy quickly comes over to me and slaps me across my face. The blow from his palm almost takes my head off and it takes me a moment before I realise that they have successfully dragged me into the janitor’s storeroom. And right before the door closes, I see Sara standing with her arms crossed and a smile on her face.

“Enjoy,” she mouths and shuts the door.

Goddess, help me.

Chad and Mike drop my legs and my whole weight falls to the cold hard ground in a thud. The store room is dark, cold and I am scared. They start laughing among themselves.

“Come, little one. Let’s have a threesome,” they say and start to unzip their pants.

Desperate, I scan around the darkened room and my blurry eyes land on the broom in the corner. Oh, please let this work. I dash towards the broom, pick it up and swing it at both guys but all they do is laugh some more.

“Feisty, aren’t you? We like feisty.”

They come nearer and nearer, backing me into a corner.

"Don;'t come closer, or I'll -"

"You'll what? Stab me with a broomstick?" One of them, I don’t know who anymore, grabs the broom from my quivering hands, breaks it in half and throws it across the floor. I am racked with sobs.

“Please, let me go,” I beg.

“Oh, we will, right after we fuck you senseless, you little slut.”

They chuckle excitedly as they advance towards me and without another word, they pounce on me. They pull my hands behind me and force me to my knees with my head down.

I feel my shirt being ripped and it falls down my shoulder and pools to my waist.

I try to bite their hands, I try to scrape their skin, I try to scream but all these are met with more slaps and punches. Blood pools in my mouth and I can’t quite catch my breath.

Laughter ensues and someone yanks my hair back, forcing me to look up. It is Chad, and he sneers at me through his cigarette-stained teeth. “You’re going to love this you bitch; we’re going to rip you inside out.”

I wish I could just die.

I close my eyes and cry. The monsters, they tear off my jeans and force my legs apart. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, the door slams wide opens. It hits the wall with a bang and the paints and brushes on the shelves all fall to the ground.

“No one touches her. She belongs to me.”