Or his friends.
Or, you know, anyone who was at the bonfire last night and saw me have to borrow Vincent’s shirt to sneak out. It barely covered my ass, but that was a hell of a lot better than my dress was doing. Pretty much everyone there got an eyeful, and just like Madeline had told me, everyone was there.
So, basically, the entire senior class saw me half-naked.
Not really awesome, if you ask me.
Sighing, I pull an oversized hoodie on and open my door, leaning out into the hall before I venture out. Most everyone else has already eaten and is working on their projects, which means that I have a pretty good shot at making it to the cafeteria and back without anyone seeing me.
“There she is.”
I haven’t even taken a step out of my room when I hear a familiar voice. Swallowing hard, I turn and look in the other direction. Alice is stalking towards me, looking pissed. She reminds me of a lion stalking the Serengeti, and I consider darting back into my room, but she’s seen me. There’s really no way that I can hide from her forever, so I swallow hard and shut my door firmly behind me.
“You looked like a whore last night, Abigail.” She’s flanked by two girls I don’t know, but I don’t pay them any attention. If they’re here as backup then I’m not really worried about them. Alice, on the other hand, has already smashed my head into the bathroom wall, so she’s the one to look out for.
“Yeah, well, it really wasn’t my intention. Quinn just couldn’t help himself, I guess.” I’m well aware that I’m playing with fire, but I don’t care.
“See, little whore, that’s the problem. Quinn’s mine, or did I not make that clear enough before?” She grins at me and I get the distinct feeling that she’s considering slamming my head into the wall here. I take a step out into the middle of the hall to make it harder for her if she does try anything.
Groaning, I glance behind me, but nobody’s there to save me, so I turn back to Alice. “I don’t think that you understand. I want no part in whatever shit you have going on with Quinn. He doesn’t interest me, okay?”
She scoffs and gets closer to me. I don’t want to back up and show her that I’m scared, but I’m starting to get a little worried about what she’s going to do. Before I can move, she reaches out, grabbing onto my shirt. Her other hand holds a knife and she darts her hand out.
Gasping, I try to yank back. All I can think is that she’s going to stab me, but she doesn’t touch me with her blade. It cuts through the fabric of my shirt, ripping it open.
“Stop it!” I try to knock her hand out of the way, but she’s faster than I am and just laughs.
“There, whore. Now you can go get something to eat.” Alice looks satisfied with herself and stands back a bit to admire her handiwork. My shirt is cut into shreds. No matter how I try to cover myself, my bra is visible, as is my stomach.
“Thanks, bitch.” Turning, I start back to my room, but she reaches out and grabs my arm.
“No, no, no, Abigail. You’re not changing. I want everyone to see you like the whore that you are.” Her voice sounds gleeful, and I squint at her, trying to see if she’s serious. She must be able to tell what I’m thinking, because she laughs. “Oh, yeah, I’m serious. I dare you to try something. Just see what happens.”
She flashes the blade at me, and I groan, considering my options. The girls with her aren’t huge, but the fight would be three against one. More than anything right now, I wish that I hadn’t made Madeline promise that she wouldn’t wait for me for lunch. She’s probably in the cafeteria right now enjoying a great meal, not knowing that I’m about to get cut by a psycho.
“Fine.” There’s absolutely no way that I’m going to win this one, and I can see it already. “You want me to go parade around half-dressed in front of Quinn? You got it, Alice.”
I’m hoping that what I’ve said will make her realize that she’s acting like an idiot, but she just grins at me. “Great. Can’t wait to see what everyone thinks about our new whore in residence.”
“You do realize that I’m a virgin, right?” I can’t help but say something. I’m sick and tired of people calling me a whore like I’m some sort of a slut. “So, you really don’t make a lot of sense, you know that?”
“Fuck off.” Alice crosses her arms in front of her chest and stares at me until I turn back around.
Great. I apparently have multiple enemies here at Trinity Prep. Some just aren’t nearly as smart as others.
Holding my head high, I walk into the cafeteria. I had hoped that most of the students would have already eaten and would be working on their art, but apparently it was a good day to hang out with your friends, because it was packed.
Madeline saw me from across the room and started waving, but I saw her hand drop as she realized what I had on. Or, rather, what I didn’t have on. While Alice hadn’t cut me at all, she had done quite a number on my shirt, and I felt practically naked. Maybe fashion students didn’t mind wearing scraps of clothing, but I felt way out of place.
Holding my head high, I walked across the cafeteria, but before I could grab something to eat, a hand on my shoulder squeezed my skin and whipped me around. Turning, I reached out for balance, my fingers barely brushing the wall before I grabbed onto the person in front of me.
Quinn.
Of course.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” His voice
