The Graduating Class of '09 (Class of '09 x Male Reader Insert)

Chapter 14 - 'Indifference'

"Honestly, I'm too pretty to be stressing over numbers." Jecka said as she looked over her nails.

"And it seems our Counselor has the same mentality but for children." I added. "Like, seriously, why hasn't he been fired yet? I was literally violated by him during the Bake Sale!" My fist clenched as, I slammed it on the table, rattling the lineup of prescription bottles on the small table. A few tumbled to the carpet, some still sealed, others half-empty like my will to stay alive.

"Jesus, chill!" Jecka huffed, scrambling to grab the bottles. "I remember, you told me about it. So like what'll you do? Cook up another scheme that involves one of us in the hospital?"

I thought about it. I really did. "I wish. But, for now, I'll leave him alone."

"Leave him alone? Did he violate you that badly, that you sew your own vagina shut?" Jecka responded.

"Not even that," I muttered, dragging a hand down my face. "I just know if I go after him again, he'll sabotage me first."

"Sabotage you how?" She asked.

SNIFF

I took another whiff of the crushed valium after waiting for my nostrils to cool before I spoke again.

"Like, remember when I told you about Jeffrey taking a photo of me, almost nude in the girls' locker room?"

"Yeah, didn't you get Trody to beat him up or something?"

"I did, but the little shit didn't even have the damn thing. Made sure to empty his backpack and everything. Still no photo!"

"Are you sure he didn't leave it at home or something?"

"He literally told me someone stole it."

"And you believed him!? How would you even know he's not full of shit?"

I sighed, flopping onto my back, eyes glazing over at the ceiling. "Jecka, he can't even tie his own fucking shoes, let alone lie to a beautiful girl like me."

"Then whoever stole it obviously overpowered Jeffrey..."

"Duh," I muttered. "You think it was a guy?"

Jecka rolled her eyes. "Damn obvious, but..." She let the words hang, chewing on her bottom lip.

"But what?" I arched my back, pressing my elbows into the carpet floor to push myself up, narrowing my eyes at her.

She twirled a blonde strand around her finger, playing coy. "Okay, how do I say this... What if the culprit wasn't a guy?"

I blinked. "Why the fuck wouldn't it be a guy? They literally drop stupid amounts of money on porn mags, Jecka."

"Okay, yes, but maybe if you dragged your emo evanescene looking ass out of this tunnel vision where every guy is a pedo or a rapist, you'd realize girls can be suspects, too."

I squinted at her. "Even you?"

Jecka scoffed, "Bitch, why the fuck would I take your photo? Do you see how gorgeous I am?"

"You've been staring at my tits an awful lot. I'm sorry, if your bust size chose to be broke over bust."

"Do you want me to help you or not?" Jecka snapped. "If not, I'll leave right now."

"Obviously, I need help." I muttered, leaning in for another sharp sniff, feeling the bitter powder burn against my nostrils.

Jecka's manicured hand shot out, grabbing my wrist before I could go in for more. "Nicole, your nose is bleeding."