♧SEYLAH♧

I woke up the next day with one of the worst hangovers I've ever had. With a hangover like this you think you would have forgotten everything that happened the night before but I remembered everything all too well.

What kept repeating itself in my head was what Aviva said. How dare she. I'm not self centred. I just care more about myself than I do others, what's so wrong about that.

Whatever I'm sure she'll apologise sometime soon. I mean she was being mean to me.

And as for Satan, I think what happened was for the best. I cant go around catching feelings its dumb. More so he has dirt on me, if we get into a fight he just might release the photos and tell everyone the truth.

While lost in my thoughts I heard my bloody phone ring. I looked at the caller ID and it read Brandon Williams.

For those of you who dont know, Brandon Williams is the guy I had a hot makeout session with in his kitchen and he's also the guy I hooked up with last night.

"Hey". I said after answering.

"What's up cowgirl". He said which made me confused.

"Cowgirl? What are you talking about?". I asked.

"Oh that's right, you might have not remembered all the different positions, like hell even I dont remember but that reverse Cowgirl is hard to forget".

"Please stop talking. Last night was just a simple hook up you dont need to start talking to me about it". I told him.

"Yeah I know. Just reminding you that I'll bang that ass whenever you like. Just one phone call sweetheart". The nerve of this worm.

"Listen up you utter waste of human flesh, I will never ever fuck you again. You come here acting all high when you fucked a drunk girl who had no idea what she was doing. So you better stay the fuck away from or else". I spat out.

"You cant fucking talk to me like that. Do you know who I am?". His tone getting higher with every word

"Umm.. I dont know a guy with an iddy biddy dick".

"You'll regret this Thomson. I will end you.." I ended the call before he could continue with his ranting.

I didn't take his words to heart, I've been threatened alot of times. Some people actually called their parents on me.

Brandon can go fuck himself.

The rest of the weekend passed by in a blur. I was still grounded and Aviva and I still weren't speaking.

Damien and I only talked when he ordered me around still hanging on to the whole blackmail shit.

And then came Monday. The most hated day of the week.

I went on with my usual routine and got dressed.

I went down for breakfast and Aviva was already at the table.

After eating breakfast I decided to talk to Aviva and finally break the silence.

"Come on let's go or we'll late. And it's okay I know you feel terrible about all the nasty things you said, it's in the past now". I told her while grabbing the rest of my stuff.

"I never said that I felt bad about that. I meant every word and I'm definitely not apologising to you". She told me

"You little bitch. If you're not sorry then you can fucking walk to school for all I care". I said stormed out and got into my car with Aviva not to far.

I quickly got into my car and pulled out of the driveway. "Fuck you bitch". Aviva yelled from behind.

Who the hell does she think she is. Acting like she's my mother. I dont have a freaking mum and I dont need someone trying to be.

I drove to school thinking that this day couldn't get any worse but fate had different plans for me.

I walked down the halls with every eye landing on me. People usually stared but never this intensely.

The looks they gave wasn't jealousy. It wasn't lust. Neither was it admiration. It was pure disgust.

I just shook it off and went to my locker then three guys wearing varsity jackets walked up to me.

"Hey there pretty girl". The one standing in the middle said.

"Hey boys". I responded.

"Let's cut to the chase". The one on the left said.

"What is it?". I asked.

"How much would it take you to suck all our cocks in the janitors closet". The first one spoke again.

"What the hell?. Are you mad. Do I look like some cheap bimbo to you". I said anger visibly plastered on my face.

"Oh come on. Would 20 bucks be enough ". The other one said.

"Listen up you premature ants. I don't blame you. I blame your parents for being too poor to afford condoms. So if you know what's best for you, you'd get the fuck out of my face". I tried storming off then one of them held my arm and pulled me back.

"Dont try and act expensive now. The whole school knows you fucked Brandon Williams for just 5 bucks. Like c'mon five dollars that's so cheap. Now we come here offering 20 and you're trying to act all expensive".

As I listened to what he was saying, my conversation with Brandon started playing out. How could someone be so petty.

How on earth am I supposed to face everyone when they think I'm a cheap slut.

This cant be happening.

No way.

"Get your hands off her. NOW". I heard a familiar voice which broke my chain of thoughts.

"I said get your filthy hands off her now you bastards". I took a look at who it was and there he was, satan standing in all his glory. His chest puffed up his facial expression would make anyone scared.

"C'mon satan you can have her later. We came here first. You know the saying first come first serve". No one saw it coming a second later a fist went across his face and then he was on the ground.

His friends helped him up then they all took off.

Damien stood in front of me staring into eyes, trying to read my emotions but atlas my face held no emotion. So I thought.

He just kept staring at me without saying a word then he just suddenly walked away.

Two minutes later he came back with a megaphone.

"Listen up. Get your phones out and record what I'm about to say. If any guy I dont care who you freaking are goes anywhere near my girl. I will end him. And if you're confused about who my girl is she's Seylah. Seylah Thomson. You mess with her and I'll bring hell to you" . He walked towards me after saying all that.

I had no words.

For the first time Seylah Thomson was speechless.

"You didn't even ask if the rumour was true or not. You just went on to support me ". Those were the only words I could muster.

"I dont care about some dumb rumour. You're my girl and no one gets to disrespect you like that. And as for Brandon he'll get what's coming to him". He dropped the megaphone on the floor and grabbed my hand. "Let's get to class".

And so we walked down the hall hand in hand.

I felt a weird feeling in my stomach and my heart started racing.

What on earth was I feeling.

You like him dumbass. My subconscious said

If I actually had feelings for him then I'm so screwed.

A/n.

Hey guys.

I finally updated after like 600 years.

I'm really sorry about the whole thing.

I've just been really busy with school stuff and exams .

But that's no excuse and I'm really sorry.

I promise to try harder to update more frequently.

Thanks for still being here and not totally abandoning me.

I love you guys so much.

Stay safe

And stay happy.