"Man, I don't know," Kat sighed, packing up her belongings as the bell rang, "I would let him fuck me."

Priscilla laughed, making a face, "I don't think I needed to know that about our psychology teacher."

"What are friends for?" Kat joked. The girls quickly started down the hallway, making their way to their free period.

"Anyway," Priscilla changed the subject from Mr. Wahlberg, "what ever happened with that guy from the carnival?"

Kat rolled her eyes, "Who? Luke?"

"No," the blonde nodding her head ahead of them, where a small group of guys stood crowded around each other, "him."

Kat scoffed, lowering her voice, "Ugh, Ethan? God, no."

"Did something happen?" the girl questioned but Kat shook her head.

"Just not my type, you know?"

Priscilla didn't push the subject any further, knowing that it wouldn't get anywhere. Kat wasn't interested in a relationship right now. She had her mindset on her online career and careless flings, she didn't want a boyfriend. Priscilla couldn't help but sense herself starting to crave having a partner. She watched other couples as they walked in the hallways and could feel emotions like jealously stir inside of her. Priscilla never had a boyfriend except for her three hour relationship with Connor Scott in the fourth grade.

As Kat opened her mouth to ask Priscilla a question, a swarm of fake coughing erupted in the crowded hallway. With the coughs and grunts, words like "sluts," "whores," started up.

Priscilla turned her head to see the group of guys that were causing the commotion. They continued the coughing, causing anger and rage to heat up Priscilla's fingers as her hands balled up into fists. She knew they were directing their words towards her and Kat.

When she got ready to fully turn around to approach them, Kat grabbed a hold of her wrist, keeping her in place. The boys didn't stop, the coughing got louder as they saw the reaction they created from Priscilla.

"Just ignore them," Kat whispered to her friend.

But, Priscilla didn't listen.

"Fuck that," she hissed, pulling her arm out of Kat's grasp, stomping over to the group of boys. The coughing suddenly stopped and only chuckles and giggles were heard as Priscilla got closer to the group. She stopped when she reached them, her voice loud.

"Is there something you want to fucking say to me?" She looked up to a brunette boy with a red backpack slung over his shoulder.

He chuckled in her face, looking behind to his buddies, "Nah, we're good."

"Wait, bro," another boy with strawberry blonde hair cut in, hitting the other boy on the chest, "that's the chick Snuxx smashed, see if she's down with some tag teaming."

Priscilla felt as if someone had pushed her so hard in her chest, that they knocked the wind out of her. But they didn't, she was standing perfectly still.

She had never heard someone say something about her like that, not to her face. Priscilla lost feeling in her body as she could feel nothing but the wetness of tears beginning to fill her eyes. She quickly blinked them away, not giving them the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

Priscilla let out a dry laugh as they all stared at her, smiles and smirks planted on their faces.

She kept her eyes on the redhead who said the smart ass remark, squinting at him.

Priscilla tilted her head, "Your name is Greg, right?"

He scoffed, looking to his friends, confidently, "Yeah?"

"Didn't you give that poor girl Chlamydia freshman year?" She questioned, before turning to the brunette she was talking to before.

She held out a finger, pointing it at him, giving him a questioning look, "And if I remember correctly, you're the pussy who has to get girls drunk or high in order for them to have sex with you, right?"

Priscilla kept going, one at a time, boy by boy.

"John, it's funny how you're over here laughing at me, should I show your friends the nudes you sent to me? I really don't think what's down there is healthy."

"You fucked your first cousin, so we're just going to leave that at that."

"Oh my god, Tyler! I see you hiding back there, let's talk about Homecoming night, shall we?"

Kat rushed over to the group, grabbing Priscilla's shoulders. She gave the girl a look, which was mix between proud and slightly worried, "I think that's enough, honey."

Priscilla shook her head, chuckling, "But I don't think I'm finished yet, Kat. I still have Jett, Danny, Sa-"

"Yeah, you are," Greg, the redhead, cleared his throat as the rest of the boys remained silent.

Priscilla gave him a nod, looking over her shoulder to Kat, "Funny how all that coughing stopped, huh?"

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