BfaR 1

"A again."

Eris cringed, a familiar voice coming from right next to her ear.

"You never disappoint, eh?" he continued. She could see his smirk in her mind's eye.

"She's gotta do something to compensate for being the world's worst slut," another voice threw in, also from behind her. Laughter came from multiple people around her, only a light chuckle in her ear.

"And the ugliest," a female voice added, a heavy amount of venom behind the statement. Again, the area filled with laughter. Eris clutched the test tightly, the paper crumpling where her fingers held it.

"Hmm," was the only sound from the boy immediately behind her, he not as amused by the insult as the rest.

The bell rang. She grabbed her bag as quickly as physically possible, not bothering to put the test away as she practically ran from the room, leaving the laughter behind. She did not stop until she reached her locker. There, she finally leaned back, gasping for breath for at least ten seconds before her heart had calmed. With a sigh, she turned around, twisting the knob on the combination lock back and forth until it released.

When the locker door swung open, a piece of paper fluttered to her feet. Confused, she crouched down-- remembering the other day when a certain someone had decided to slap her ass as she bent over-- and retrieved the folded sheet.

As she straightened, tucking the test into a shelf in the locker, she examined the mystery paper. All she saw on the outside was her name, typed. Opening it, she found a typed out note:

--

Come to room 217 after school. Alone. Tell no one-- I will know if you do.

--

Her brow furrowed. Who would have left her such a message? She glanced sideways down the hall. At a locker on the opposite end stood Keith. He caught her gaze, giving her a smile before returning to conversation with his friends. Maybe it was him? He had long done his best to help her escape the bullying, whenever possible. It had really escalated over the past week, after she turned eighteen that weekend. Maybe he wanted to talk to her about it or something. She could not think of anyone else who might ask her to meet in such a private way.

A small smile crossed her lips at the thought. There was only one more class before the end of the day. Being a Friday, she should be able to reach the unused classroom without drawing much attention. Most people, especially her bullies, tended to rush out as soon as possible to make the weekend as long as possible. It helped that none of them were in her next class.

With a little excitement in her heart, she exchanged her textbooks, closed her locker, and hurried off to her final class for the day.