Tough Shit (Rejects Paradise 1)

“I don’t know,” he groans, his eyes beginning to fill with tears. “I just heard them talking.”

I roll my eyes and let out a frustrated huff. “If I ever hear you or any of your scrawny little friends talking about me, or any woman, like that again, I’m going to tear off your good for nothing balls and then feed them to you. Got it?”

He nods viciously and after a silent pause, I release my hold. The guy runs with his dickhead friends trailing behind, every single one of them tripping over their own feet in their desperate need to escape.

I turn to Milo.

“Are you okay?” he asks before I get a chance to start ranting.

I start storming toward the cafeteria. “I’m going to kill him.”

“Oh, okay. We’re really doing this?” he rushes out, hurrying after me while digging into the pockets of his expensive school blazer. “Hold up. Let me get my phone first. I need to record this shit.”

I ignore him as I continue toward the cafeteria. Milo’s legs are twice the size as mine and in his desperation to see Charlie Bryant get his ass kicked, he’ll probably beat me there.

As I storm through the hallway, unwanted attention falls on me. Hands start reaching out, my tits are grabbed, my ass squeezed, and then come the comments.

“How much?”

“Wanna fuck?”

“I’ll tap that sweet ass for you.”

Fury tears through me. How fucking hard is it to get through one goddamn day at this school without being sexually harassed?

This bullshit was starting to settle down until Charlie had to go and open his big fucking mouth. Now every bastard here thinks I’m some cheap whore who will drop her panties for anyone.

This is humiliating. He turned a great night into a fucking nightmare.

Just as expected, Milo gets to the cafeteria a slight moment before I do and slams through the double doors like a fucking queen, taking away the moment for me. I’m going to have to speak to him about this. There’s nothing better than being the one who gets to slam through the doors and make a dramatic entrance. That freaking spotlight stealer.

All eyes shoot our way and it’s as though I have a sign above my head saying ‘I’m down for a gang bang.’ They all start heading my way and within seconds, I have fifty horny teenagers crowding around me, touching, groping, feeling.

Comments are thrown my way, my hand is grabbed and rubbed against someone’s dick and then to top it all off, a fucking hand shoots straight up my skirt.

Panic rises within me. I have to get out of here.

What the fuck is this?

Their laughter and taunting is so damn loud that I can no longer make out a single voice let alone my own terrified scream.

Milo starts pushing guys away but there are too many of them and he’s quickly overpowered. More people join while others try to help but it’s not until Colton’s loud “LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE,” comes tearing through the cafeteria that the chaos ceases.

Students start getting pulled away from each direction as Milo continues pushing guys away from the inside of the circle. It’s like I’m a tiny little bunny that’s been thrown in the hungry lion’s den. It’s absolute bullshit.

I’ve never seen anything like this before and it makes me wonder why. There have been comments like that thrown around about me since day one, so why the insane chaos now? These guys see girls every weekend at parties. Why would they all of a sudden come at me like this? It doesn’t make sense … unless someone put them up to it.

Fuck. How blatantly obvious. How could I have not seen this straight away?

Realizing that their fun is over, the guys slowly begin slinking away but it doesn’t stop the few last stragglers from trying to feel me up. They get pushed aside and soon enough, it’s me standing in the middle of a small circle with five boys protectively crowded around me; Colton, Milo, Charlie, Spencer, and Jude.

The last two confuse me. I don’t know why they would help but I’m grateful.

Colton’s eyes roam over my body, checking that I’m okay, but all my attention is on Charlie. I ball my hands into fists and keep them glued to my side, resisting the urge to break his nose. “You just had to go and open your big mouth,” I yell with tears filling my eyes. “What the fuck was that, huh? I told you to fuck me, not to fuck me over.”

Charlie’s mouth drops. “I don’t … what do you mean? I only told the boys.”

“Bullshit. You were just boasting about it during your health class. What the fuck, Charlie? This is all on you. How would you feel if this was your mother, or your sisters, your cousins? I shouldn’t have to be scared of being sexually assaulted every time I walk into this fucking school. It’s already bad enough as it is and now this? Are you fucking insane?”