We were surrounded. There must have been at least thirty students gathered around us forming a circle, closing us in on us, their eyes watching us hungrily waiting for one of us to make the first move. It didn't seem like Samantha minded it much. She loved being the center of attention. Her eyes narrowed and her lips curled in disgust as she continued to glower at me. For once she did not look as alluring and seductive as she usually does.

"Whore, you think you can have any guy you want, don't you? "

She snarled taking an intimidating step towards me. I practically scoffed out loud at her hypocrisy. I think she could tell I wanted to laugh at her comment so she grabbed my arm digging her fake acrylic nails into my flesh. I winced in pain. A sadistic smile replaced her previous scowl as she dug her nails deeper.

"You not so tough now are you? No Chris to protect you now huh bitch."

And that's when I realized, people were always protecting me, defending me. No one ever let me do a thing on my own. I was always being watched like a child. But this time I was all alone. No one to fight this battle for me. No one to protect me. So what was I to do? I'll tell you what I did…

I lost my self control.