Chapter 32 - Levana
When Monday morningdawned, I was still on a high from the weekend with Saint. And while he might’ve not fucked me yet, what he did with his mouth, fingers and the vibrator left me content, for the moment, at least.
First period went well, and I was still on my Saint high until the third period drew closer. Wes and I had History together and following Friday’s event, I dreaded seeing him. Given the free period I just had, I spent it at the library, hoping to calm my anxiety. Now, with ten minutes to go, I hoped Saint was already in the classroom and that would prevent Wes from making a scene.
However, as I walked toward the classroom, my post-orgasmic moment shunted me into reality, and I almost stumbled in the hallway. Blowing out an exhale, I forced my legs to move. “You’ve got this, Lee,” I muttered stepping into the classroom and wished Wes had decided to stay at home today.
Unfortunately, Wes sat on a table with Jordan, Vanessa, Samantha and two other boys around him. Immediately, a swell of dread churned my stomach when I realized Saint wasn’t there yet. It was stupid to think Wes had forgotten the incident. Keeping my gaze to the floor, I chose a seat up front so as not to pass them to the usual seat at the back.
I’d just dropped into the chair when a resounding clap filled the room. Knowing I shouldn’t, I turned to look anyway. Wes smirked at me. Jordan was the one clapping. Standing, one of the other boys made lewd gestures with his hand in front of his crotch, like he was riding a horse.
Samantha narrowed her eyes at me before her glossy lips form the single word, “whore.”
I gasped. What did Wes tell them?
“I heard you sucked his dick so good, the other guys wanted in on the action,” Jordan quipped, startling me.
I swallowed down the lump of embarrassment stuck in my throat. Then I remembered I hadn’t done anything wrong with Wes. But him being the popular kid, he would easily outrank me on the storytelling to his friends especially since I had no one to back me up.
A few more kids entered and still no Saint.
“I’m not surprised, though,” Vanessa sneered. “We all know Levana can’t get dick, so she has to sell her body, doesn’t she?”
Laughter, more lewd comments, and additional mocking by the others, followed her statement.
My stomach sank and I shut my eyes tight trying to zone out, to ignore them like I’d taught myself to do whenever I was faced with a situation I didn’t like. I’d become so strong over time, I mentally conditioned myself to handle negative comments.
“Hey, Wes, how do you fuck a Levana,” one of the other boys called out.
“Slap her thighs and ride the waves,” Jordan cackled like a girl, his friends joining him.
I could still hear lewd comments from Wes and his friends and because the class started filling up, they were quieter.
My chest, however, was still burning from the embarrassment, knowing Wes would continue to make a mockery of me, if I said nothing. At the risk of crying, I stood, forcing back my tears and turned to Wes and Jordan.
