Everyone was silent and she looked back at me. I just said- I mean I just threw her some non harmful curse words and stormed out of the class. After the school was over I called D and we started brainstorming ideas about how we should tell A about it. In the end we settled on just saying it to her directly. We added her to our call and at first we started with light conversations and when the moment seemed right I dropped the bomb. She was shocked and angry. The two of us were scared but A was determined to confront them. She did that and it was all chaos after that.
She told her boyfriend about it and when he asked who told her that she told him that it was me. They confronted the boys and things weren't looking good for me. My ex P called me at that moment and he even invited K to join us. The three of us were talking when P told us about the situation that was going around. He said that the boys in our class started rumors about A and she was furious. She was charging at the certain group of boys. K's voice was shaking when he talked but still pretended that nothing was wrong. He texted me separately and asked me if I did that to which I replied with a yes. He said that I shouldn't have done that and that he shouldn't have told me about that in the first place. I calmed him down saying that it was okay and that I didn't reveal his name at all. He relaxed a bit after a while.
The next day at school, the class was filled with awkward silence and I just acted like nothing was wrong. A kept on asking me if the information was passed to me from someone else and I kept saying no. She trusted me and didn't say anything else. I felt so guilty but it was best for the both world. She kept on asking me the same thing for a couple of days and I still didn't say anything. The guy who talked about her begged and cried saying that she didn't take it to the principal. She agreed to it since he was literally crying. The case was closed and we went on with our lives. Our graduation day was celebrated before our exams and at that time, my phone was snatched away from me but they didn't know that I secretly took it back.
Right before my graduation day my family found out that I took my phone and they asked me to give it back. I didn't want to because it was my only distraction but they thought that I was getting depressed because of that. My sister created a whole scene and we ended up fighting physically. She told me to get out of her house. A was present at that time and witnessed the whole scene. I was bawling my eyes out and she couldn't help but cry at my condition. We went to roam so I could get it off my mind for a while.
My sister was that way, she didn't believe in depression and even if I had panic attacks she thought I was seeking attention while my family thought I was doing that to get out of school. Anyways next day at the graduation, I felt empty and hollow and I just wanted to get away from it. I had asked K out the day before my fight with my sister and he accepted me. After the graduation ceremony we were leaving and I wanted to go by myself but he wanted to accompany me so we walked back home. It was a date and I enjoyed it, even more than my graduation. I was happy to be around him.
We dated for a couple of days when suddenly he asked me to break up. When I asked why he said that his dad found out about us and beat him up for it. I said it was okay but it broke my heart. I awkwardly went to class next day and he looked really down. I felt so bad that I teared up a little. P saw the whole thing and tried to ask him to think again which was a pretty bad idea because the two of them fought and P was really angry. I calmed him down and I was so depressed at that time that when he asked me if I wanted sleep at his house I agreed to it. He was a real gentleman and didn't do anything to me. He slept on the sofa while I slept on his bed.
He asked me not to tell anyone about it and I totally agreed to it but he told A about it in the class. I was so confused and embarrassed. I was at home not knowing what to do when K texted me asking me to go on a walk with him. I agreed and we went on a walk and we somehow got back again. We were kissing when he put his hands inside my shirt I didn't stop him and let him do that. I won't lie it felt really nice. We did that a couple of times whenever we met, sometimes he would even suck my breast. I didn't deny him and kept on doing it. I trusted him and the two of us were really happy with each other. We made each other feel complete. He always said nice things to me and took really good care of me. I was so happy to find such a good boyfriend and he was even my type. He wore glasses and had a lean body. I was desperately in love with him. He was a total sweetheart and I had even cut off all my ties with P, because he suggested it. But then it happened.