It was all a lie, but who knew that? Only you, and that was the worse part.

All those fucking accusations that you had cheated on your boyfriend, constant rumours that surrounded your brain so often that sometimes you thought you were brainwashed and you did cheat.

But you fucking didn’t.

The tortment you experienced every single fucking day, walking into corridors with water splashing down onto you, resulting in wet uniforms and fragile page textbooks.

Being frail, the student everyone picked on because of one silly fucking rumour.

None of them knew that experience, because they were all kooks who didn’t have open minds, no emotional intelligence.

Especially Rafe Cameron, the most shittiest man alive—Not even man, immature boy.

Reminding all the times, all the ranks, all the class then he wasted just to prank you and ruin your entire school year. Were you just some toy to play around with just because of some rumour?

The soft delicate steps of your Mary Jane shoes, the navy blue uniform you were permitted to wear the whole day—Entering the large halls, giggles burst out of mouths as you enter

A barked laugh you could hear from metres away was Rafe Cameron’s.

The sickest you’ve ever felt was the times you experienced Rafe, the name calling, the way he spat in your face, pushing you against the lockers—It wasn’t just because of the cheating rumours, he was just.. like that. The snobby mighty high kook.

Beads of sweat formed on your forehead, palms sweaty, the sickening gut feeling in your stomach, at the pit. It twisted, the pain was horrid, but what was worse was meeting eyes with those cold blue eyes of Rafe.

You bumped against his friend group, Rafe standing out. No one could ever miss the sight of his blue eyes, piercing and fierce.

You should have just skipped, maybe even moved at this point.

You choked as whispers and giggles formed in a storm, the circulation of words surround you. Feeling like a panic attack, the sucked in breaths you tried to take, where were the teachers? Anyone? No one?

A deep sensation burning your heart, a throb you couldn’t relieve. Tears formed in your eyes, it felt like a form of weakness, like a confession—But it was only a defence mechanism to block out the lies.

Always the one to blame, but since when was the story told? Not once did one person ever want to hear the full story, no one even bothered to hear your side of the story.

“You slut. Shouldn’t have cheated, huh?” Rafe smirked, reminding himself of the life he ruined, as he emerged out from the group.

It felt like your throat was closing up.

He always had been the brave one, not the kind of brave to speak out against the bullies, but he the bully. The one to speak out to ruin a future.