‘Oh God why do you hate me?’

Madison is on the floor as well and from the look in her eyes, she looks like she wants to tear me a new one. Her friends help her up while I’m still on the floor lying on my skinned palms.

“Hey you four eyed bitch! I heard what you fucking tried to do today. You gotta lot of nerve trying to check out my best friend you stinkin dyke!”

‘Fuck, she said it.’ I’ll say it now, if people weren’t watching before, they definitely are now.

I do my usual face of looking like a fish with my jaw on the floor and my eyeballs as though they’re about to pop out. It just comes to me now that I realize I’ve never actually talked to any of them. I usually just gawk and stare and let them do what they want until they walk off and I can get on with my life. I’ve never actually said a word. Normally that would be quite funny, if it were someone else that is. Unfortunately, it’s me.

I slowly get to my feet and I start to regret it especially since they are now backing me up against a wall.

My back this the wall and my breath hitches. I see half a dozen people forming a semicircle around me ready to jump me. Other are coming but I’m pretty sure that they’re just here to watch a rumble. There isn’t going to be a rumble. More of a tumble actually, with me doing the tumbling.

“You goin to say something four eyed dyke?” she says in a low voice.

“….I…. uh” is all I can manage to get out since it feels as though I’m swallowing something the size of my tongue.

“You little slut” She says before winding back her hand and back handing me across the face. I tumble to the floor and my glasses go flying down. ‘See, told you it’d be a tumble.’ I land on my palms and knees and my hands immediately start to feel for my glasses since I’m pretty much blind without them.

I feel my glasses but they’re suddenly kicked out of my hand. I hear a few snickers in the crowd and I wince, holding my pained hand to my chest. The tears are now taunting to come out but I try my best to hold them back, and then resume my search for my glasses, never once bothering to look up at them.