The Vincent Boys 01 - The Vincent Boys
locker and took in the word ‘slut’ painted in red fingernail polish across the pale blue paint that had gone unmarred the past three years, it was a moment of realization. I truly had no idea what high school really felt like. Maybe I was a slut. I wasn’t a virgin anymore and I wasn’t married. Did that make me a slut? No one knew about me and Beau so the fact I was being labeled a slut only meant they were hinting at it.
I sighed and quickly did my combination and opened my locker. I was instantly glad it didn’t have ventilation holes. There is no telling what they would have tried to stick inside. I could hear whispers behind me as I pulled out my books for first period. No one spoke to me or stood up for me. Not that I expected them to. This was day three of Shun Ashton. I couldn’t really blame it on Sawyer because he wasn’t participating. He wasn’t taking up for me either but he wasn’t joining in on the fun. Everyone loved him and wanted to defend him. If ridiculing me made them feel as if they were accomplishing this I could handle it. It was only words.
As if I’d spoken this out loud, I was shoved into my locker from behind. The corner of the locker slammed into the side of my head causing me to go a little fuzzy from the impact. I gripped the side of the door praying I wouldn’t pass out. Laughter of the female variety ensued behind me and I closed my eyes until the pain subsided.
“Oh, for crying out loud. Are you just going to stand there and take this?” I slowly turned my head to see Kayla looking at me with an exasperated expression. She grabbed my arm to steady me.
“I get that you think you deserve this or whatever but there comes a point when enough is enough. You need to stop them or they’ll continue to run over you. Get some teeth, girl.” She took the books from my arms and closed my locker. “Come on, I’m taking you to the nurse because you got a dazed and confused look in your eyes. Once she says it’s okay you can go to class.”
I was dazed and confused. Why was Kayla helping me? She was head cheerleader. I’d have thought she’d be the ringleader in the anti-Ashton posse.
“You really should have thought about this before you decided to cheat on the town prince. Someone like Sawyer has too many loyal subjects. You’ve pissed them all off. They hate you because you had him for so long and they hate you because you hurt him. They feel vindicated in their brutality toward you. So either you get yourself a bodyguard or you get tough. This isn’t going to go away overnight. This could last all freakin’ year.”
Kayla led me down the hall toward the nurse’s office.
“I know. I figured I’d just let them get their anger out and maybe it would blow over sooner,” I explained.
Kayla snorted. “Not gonna happen. Either Sawyer stops them or you do. Where’s Beau? If he’d get his tail back here he could stop all of this.”
I wanted Beau. I missed him. I reached down and touched my pocket to make sure the note I’d written him last night was still there. I’d decided to take it to Honey this afternoon. Just in case she was able to get notes to him. I wanted to make sure he knew how I felt. I didn’t want him to be alone.
“Did you really do it? I mean, cheat on Sawyer with Beau? I find it hard to believe Beau would do something like that to Sawyer. But Sawyer isn’t talking and Beau is MIA.”
I wasn’t going to lie anymore. Sawyer knew the truth. I didn’t have his feelings to spare. Lying would be denying Beau. I couldn’t deny him.
“Yes I did.”
Kayla paused and I thought she was going to throw my books down or some other dramatic reaction but she let out a low whistle instead.
“You admit it. Wow.”
I shrugged. “Everyone knows. I broke it off with Sawyer. No reason to lie.”
Kayla raised her eyebrows. “I can think of one reason to lie. The bunch of crazies who think they need to defend Sawyer by making you their punching bag.”
“Maybe, but I’m not going to lie about Beau and me. He doesn’t deserve that. I have nothing to be ashamed of except ruining their relationship.”
Kayla opened the door to the nurse’s office. “You really are unique. No wonder you got the Vincent boys fighting over you.”
Other than an ugly welt on the side of my head there was no other damage. However, I was beginning to wish I’d at least needed stitches so I’d had an excuse to leave today. By lunchtime I’d had my books knocked
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