EroticReverie

Ivy

We’re late getting to school and I go directly to my first class , skipping my stop at my locker. My skin crawls as almost everyone in my class looks at me, whispering under their breath. A few of the cheerleaders giving me dirty looks as I take my seat and they snicker giggling to themselves all throughout the period. 

“Slut” one of them mouths to me when I look in their direction right before the bell rings. I roll my eyes, because I should have figured Jillian’s minions would have something to say about the fact I was now dating one of the most popular guys in school, causing him to break up with their head cheerleader. 

Even in the halls it seems the word has spread and when I reach the hall where my locker is, I see a crowd lingering , pointing and looking at my locker, where a janitor is standing , scrubbing away at it and I don’t even have to get close to know that Jillian or one of her friends has decided to write something. 

My brows pinch when I get closer and see several messages. In different handwriting and different colored sharpie written all over the metal locker door. 

There’s the usual and expected “whore” and “slut”, there’s also an “ugly bitch” and the faded words “kill yourself” written inside of a heart. 

If I wasn’t already used to, and immune to the bullying of other girls, the words may have affected me more. But I was merely annoyed at the attention it brought to me. I didn’t care what Jillian or her vapid twat army thought of me. I simply just hated the stares and snickers and focus on MY locker and ME. 

“Who the fuck did this?!” I hear his voice, As Grey pushes through the crowd of people gathered at my locker. 

“Grey” I whisper to him, trying to get him to be quiet.  Because I didn’t want him to make a big deal out of it. 

“I SAID WHO THE FUCK DID THIS?!” He yells as one of the teachers comes up and tries to calm him. 

“Grey. It’s fine” I say calmly , quietly. “It’s just some marker” 

“You better find out who the fuck did this!” He yells at the male teacher trying to back him away from the locker and away from the crowd of students. 

Further down the hall , I see the gaggle of cheerleaders with proud little satisfied smirks on their faces , and Jillian standing in the center of them and glaring at me , throwing her nose up in the air when I look at her. 

I roll my eyes and then have the principal escorting me to her office, along with Grey. 

It’s clear who had done it. The fact Grey even has to wonder makes me want to throttle him for being that oblivious. 

When the principal asks who I think may have done it. Immediately I give Jillian’s name and watch Grey grow slightly ashamed for not realizing it sooner.  He gives me an apologetic look and I just shrug. 

The principal offers to let myself and Grey both leave early for the day when I explain the reasoning as to why Jillian “might” have done this. As great as spending all day with Grey sounds , I refuse to let Jillian or her friends think she’s gotten to me. 

At lunch my small group of friends ask me what the hell happened and I give them a short version. All of them looking at me with surprise when they realize I’ve not only re befriended Grey but am also now dating him. 

At the end of the day the words are faded but still there and the principal tells me they’ll have it painted by tomorrow morning for me and I just shrug and nod. 

A few of Greys sports friends end up looking at me with new interest throughout the day. A few smiling at me and saying “hey” to me for the first time ever. I just give polite smiles even though some of them are looking at me like I’m now added to their “to fuck” list and it makes me stomach queasy. As of Grey has just now made it okay for them to admit they like “freaks” and are interested in dipping their dicks into something other than the pretty cheerleaders or popular girls. 

Grey waits for me at the exit to the parking lot smiling and taking my hand when I walk up to him. Leaning down and placing a kiss on top of my head and then on my lips. 

It’s not that I was against public affection, but he was drawing more attention to us than there already was. And I didn’t like being the center of attention , it’s why I wore the clothes I did. To make people stay away from me, to make me invisible. 

“I’m sorry about your locker” he says after we’re in his driveway, just a short drive from our school and I shake my head. 

“It’s not your fault” I say. 

“I’ll handle Jillian” he says and I roll my eyes. 

“Don’t bother” I sigh and then get out of my side of his car and grab my purse and my bag. 

“Are you mad at me?” He asks as he gets out of his car. 

“No” I say as I turn to walk down his driveway. 

“Where are you going?” He asks. 

“Home” I answer and he jogs around the car and toward me before I reach the end of his driveway. 

“Hey, talk to me, you’re mad” he says and I turn and look up at him. 

“I’m not.  I’m frustrated” I say. 

“With me?” He asks and the look of hurt on his face stabs at my chest and I sigh and shake my head. 

“No. I don’t know. Maybe” I say and shrug. 

“Tell me what I did , what I can do Ivy” he says and I just look up at him. 

“It’s not your fault. There’s nothing for you to do. But…you’ve never had to deal with this shit Grey. Infact less than forty eight hours ago you were one of the people teasing me in the halls.” I say and wrap my arms around myself. 

“Ivy, I never meant it like that, I’d have never purposely hurt your feelings , I never said any of that shit with malicious intent, I was just…teasing you…I didn’t think it hurt your feelings, maybe just annoyed you and got under your skin, because it was easier than saying I missed you” he says and I shake my head. 

He’s right. The things he said were never outright cruel. And maybe it was his way of finding a way to still talk to me or make me think about him even when weren’t friends or close any longer.

“I just mean…you’ve never had to deal with a bully, or people saying shitty things about you. That whole school thinks your shit smells like roses. And it’s frustrating that IM the bad guy right now. That everyone sees me as a whore that stole someone’s boyfriend. And they somehow don’t find you at fault for it at all. It’s always the girls fault.” I say with an annoyed huff. 

“And again , that’s not your fault.  But. It’s still frustrating” I say and he moves closer and then wraps his arms around me pulling me to him. My crossed arms drop and wrap around his torso as I lay my cheek to his chest and he kisses the top of my head. 

“I’m sorry.” He says quietly. “You’re right. And it’s fucked up. I’ll tell everyone it’s my fault” he says and I sigh. 

“You don’t get it” I say pulling back. “There’s no point. It doesn’t matter what you say. You’re still the hot popular guy that everyone wants or wants to be and I’ll be the freak that stole you from Jillian and doesn’t deserve you because im not perfect and blonde and”

“You ARE perfect.” He cuts me off. “You’ve always been perfect.” He says and grabs my face. 

“Seriously” he says when I roll my eyes. 

“Youre always gonna be the prettiest girl to me, and you’re hot as fuck” he says and I give a little laugh and another eye roll. 

“And I’ll take care of it. I promise” he says and I shake my head. 

“Don’t bother. Giving her attention is just going to let her think she bothers me” I say. 

“She’ll get over it’ll eventually” I say with an eye roll. 

He smiles at me.

“You sure? Cause I’ll fucking tell the whole school about how she screwed her cousin this past summer” he says and my eyes go wide 

“What?!” I ask mouth gaping. 

He laughs and nods. 

“You two…we’re together though…” I say and he nods. 

“Yep.” He says and I scrunch my nose. 

“And you stayed with her?” I ask. 

He shrugs. “She told me about it. So I figured I’d reward her honesty” he says scratching the back of his neck and grimacing. 

“If you screw your cousin Grey, I will NOT be giving you a second chance. Just so we’re clear” I say and he huffs a laugh and makes a disgusted face. 

“Yeah, I guess I was an idiot, but , I also, didn’t even care that she had done it honestly, other than the fact it was a bit gross, but , I never loved her, she was just a girlfriend, never what I truly wanted, none of them were” he says and looks at me with a soft smile. 

“I was waiting on you Little satan” he says and kisses me. 

“Well you don’t have to wait anymore” I say and kiss him back. 

“Thank fuck” he exhales and I smile , kissing him again, and Grey takes my bag and my purse and then nods to his house. 

“Come on, We’ve got four years of making out and dry humping to catch up on”