Tyler's POV

My hands scribbled randomly on my sketch pad, my mind far away from earth already. Dad and I had another fall out the previous night, about my art. He wanted to get rid of some particular paintings that mum drew when she was still alive. I blatantly refused and everything turned into a screaming fest.

Like always.

It was break time and the guys and I were in our hang out spot. I wasn't listening to what they were saying, my hands still scribbling. Drawing was the only thing that could keep my mind at rest and that's what I was doing, mostly because my mind was a jumble of endless thoughts.  Joel was ranting abound  something but I obviously wasn't paying attention. My mind was set on something in particular...

Or rather Someone.

"Tyler!" A loud voice jerked me out of my mind trip and I looked up to see the guys staring at me. I gave them a confused look and closed my sketch pad.

"What is it?" I asked them and Charles sighed, massaging his temple.

"Guy, you just dey loose concentration." He commented and Kelvin snickered. "We have been talking about one thing and you were not even paying any attention." He added, his tone accusatory.

"I'm sorry. I'm just occupied." I cleared my throat. "What were you talking about?" I asked and Joel sighed, getting ready to talk.

"Tiana picked up a fight with Zaria yesterday. Tripped her and said some mean things to her." Joel ranted and I frowned. "Honestly, if She keeps it up, I won't hesitate to level her." He added but I shook my head at his statement.

"Haba now. You don't hit girls." I chided and he scoffed.

"Well, there is a first time for everything." He snapped but I knew he wasn't serious about hitting Tiana. "But I don't appreciate how he's picking fights with my girl. It's bullshit." He lamented again and I sighed, not knowing what to say.

"Guy, what's your take on this?" Kelvin asked me and I shrugged.

"There must have been a reason for what she did." I simply stated and they looked at me like I had grown horns.

"A reason?" Joel scoffed. "She's jealous. That's the only logical reason for this." He said and I shrugged again.

"Possibly, but you said it happened yesterday. Yesterday seemed like a bad day for her because she didn't make it on swim team and she took the news pretty bad." I stated matter of factly.

I had seen something in Tiana yesterday. She was pretty devastated after I broke the news to her that she won't be on the team. There was a look in her eyes. A mix of emotions. Hurt, sadness, disappointment. For someone that seemed to act like she had everything figured out, that confident facade she had on faltered. I swore I saw tears brim in her eyes.

Is that how much being on the swim team meant to her?

I felt a tug in my heart.

"That was no reason for her to do what she did." Charles said and I shrugged again.

"I'm just saying. She's probably misunderstood." I replied and Joel scoffed for the umpteenth time. Definitely, my resolve didn't seat well with them.

"That aside." Kelvin said, looking at Charles. "Charles, aw far Ada?" He asked wiggling his brows. Because of Charles' fair skin, I didn't miss the slight blush on his cheeks. Neither did the rest.

"Man, you are blushing." Joel teased, a smirk on his lips.

"I am not blushing!" He quickly denied. "Guys don't blush." He added and I chuckled.

"And yet, here we are." I gestured and the rest laughed.

"Okay. Charles gist us." That was Kelvin again. Charles cocked his head left and right, a small smile playing on his lip.

"We sorta kissed." He confessed and my eyes went huge. The shock was evident.

"Med! Sharp guy. You didn't even waste time." Joel Spoke.

"It was just a spur of the moment joor." He said, trying to be natural about it but wasn't working. "We were just preparing for the next independence day fun fair and it happened." He added, trying to be nonchalant but failing miserably.

We began to tease him. My eyes caught a familiar figure far behind and I looked closer. Sure enough it was Tiana. She was on her own and I could feel that aura of loneliness around her. Most of our classmates knew her as Joel's ex that is out to destroy Joel and Zaria's perfect relationship, so no one really decides to get to know her.

On the surface, it seemed she didn't care about it but I could see past that facade. I was the king of fake myself, so I knew fake when I saw it. That confidence aura she tried to put on, I saw past it. I saw a misunderstood girl. Then I realized,

Maybe, just maybe the swimming is her escape just like art is mine.

Too bad I wasn't the one calling the shots, I'd have done everything possible to get her one the team.

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Tiana's POV

They were looking at me and back at their phones as I walked through the hallway and to my class.

What's going on?

It was Friday, which indicated sport day. There was really no speculated time for you to come to school on Friday so I was rather late. From the moment I stepped into school, I have been getting funny looks from every senior that walked past me.  I've always been getting funny looks since everyone realized I was Joel's ex and the news about me trying to pick a fight with Zaria spread like wild fire.

But Today's look was so different.

It was like they knew something new about me. Something I didn't know.

I got into the class and everyone stopped short, looking away from their phone and to me. I saw different expressions on their faces. Disgust, irritation, malice, all of that. I tried to act like I wasn't affected by this looks but there is definitely so much a person can take. I put on my confidence look and frowned at them.

"What?!! What are you looking at?!" I snapped, going over to sit down on my seat. I brought out my phone and began to play with it.

I was suddenly interrupted by a rude knock on my table and I looked up to see two unfamiliar girls staring at me with disdain and disgust. I frowned, confused that they were standing before me because I didn't even know them. I placed my head back on the table, resolving that they have got the wrong table but the rude tap had me raising it up again.

"Do both of you have something to say to me?" I asked, my face contoured in a frown. The rest of the class were watching.

"How are you so loose!" Girl#1 deadpan and I became awestruck, confused at what she meant. I frowned even deeper, going ahead to fold my hand across my chest.

If there was anything I hated, it was being called loose.

"Who are you talking to like that?" I snapped.

"Oh please!" Girl #2 snapped back and I veered back. "Stop acting like you are all that confident because you are not. You are a whore and you should be ashamed of yourself!" She yelled out and I stood up abruptly in anger.

"Who the fück do you think you are to call me a whore?! Are you mad!" I snapped and one the girls scoffed, throwing her phone to the table.

"Watch that video and you'd see how much of a whore you are. Opening you legs for every male specie." She smirked and I picked her phone to look at it. My eyes widened when I saw the content of that video.

Corper Efosa pounding me from behind against table in his office.

Jesus, No!

"That video has gone round the senior's block and it is a prove of much of a whore you are! You seduced our teacher as well just the way you tried to seduce Joel. You are pathetic." One the girls spat in my face, snatching the phone from my hand.

I stood rooted to the ground, my body shaking in embarrassment. I couldn't look at the rest of the class but I could feel their stares burning holes into my skin. I could feel the tears welling up in my chest. I didn't seduce Corp Efosa. He made a move on me.

I just didn't know how to say no.

Now everyone knew me in school as the slut.

Someone immediately rushed inside the class and I looked up to see Tyler. His eyes met mine but I looked away, shamed and repulsed with myself

"If this isn't you class, get out." He ordered.

"But Senior Tyler..." One of the girls began to argue and he shot her a look.

"Are you deaf!" He snapped and the girls scurried out, along with other people that were not members of the class. I didn't see him walk towards me until I felt his hands grab mine. I looked up at him.

"Come with me." Was his simple request and I didn't argue. I just grabbed my things and followed him.

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We were in an empty class, somewhere totally different from the senior block. He was standing against the door while in was seated on one of the chairs. Though, I was very shocked that he had helped me, I was really thankful because he had gotten me away from the judgemental looks of everyone. Not that I was going to admit it to him.

I checked the video up and saw that it had gone viral to even other schools. I felt really ashamed. I buried my face in my hands to stop the tears from flowing from my eyes. It's not like it was my fault. It wasn't. I don't want this life. I never wanted this life.

It's all because of her.

"You should be safe here for the day." I heard Tyler's voice and I looked up. He had an expressionless face on and I looked away, feeling uncomfortable.

"I'd get someone to take down the video as soon as I can but in the mean time, I need you to lay low. Stay away from school if you have to." He stated. It seemed like he was ordering me and even though I should feel indebted to him, the demon in me wasn't easy to control.

So instead I scowled.

"I don't remember asking for your help." I growled out and he looked at me in shock before frowning.

"A normal person would say thank you because you honestly didn't ask for this help, yet I'm rendering it to you." He snapped and I scoffed.

"I don't need your pity!" I snapped back and he veered back. "All these good guy attitude you are trying to prove is bullshit because I'm not buying it. For all I know, you are the one that released that video." I didn't miss the hurt look in his eyes.

"Are you fücking kidding me?!" He growled out, letting out a sarcastic laugh. "You give yourself too much credit, Tiana Dakoba. You are not that special." That hit a core in me and my heart shattered into a million pieces.

"You don't fücking know me!" I snapped, tears making their way out of my eyes. He shrugged.

"Of course. And you don't know me either and you have no idea how much it's taking for me to actually help you. So, get off your high horse and accept it." He said through gritted teeth. I grabbed my bag and walked up to him till I was standing face to face with him.

"You know what. Fück you." I spat at him before walking out, butting my shoulder with his.

*****
Mature Content Ahead. 🔞

I rushed into my bed room, fell on the bed and burst into another round of tears. No one was home, not even the maids so I had the opportunity to wail like a wounded whale.

Everything wasn't falling into place as I hoped it would. I wanted to start on a clean slate, in a new state, a new school. I really wanted to but it was like the demon inside me just wanted to ruin my life. There is no difference between my old school and this one. I was seen everywhere as a slut. I was battling with something forbidden but it wasn't my fault. I've tried to stop buy I just can't. It makes me feel dirty and like a slut but it also gives me pleasure so how do I get rid of it.

It's all her fault!

You can't stop it. It's now part of it. Get used to it. Her thin sensual voice rang in my head like always and I listened like always.

I can't stop it. No one can help. I said to myself.

I got up and locked the door of my room. I walked to the front of the mirror and watched myself as I pulled off every single piece of cloth I had on to the last. I settled my chair to face the mirror. I walked over to my drawer and brought it out. My toy. She gave it to me when she last came to visit.

A dildo.

I sat in front of the mirror and parted my legs to be wide. I could see my vägina glisten and my nipples harden through my reflection. It was obvious I was horny. I position the head of the dildo to my hole and pushed it in, moaning as I slowly pushed it in completely. I pulled it out and pushed it back in again, increasing the pace this time, my moans and pants getting louder while I used my other hand to play with my hardened nipple.

Tears dropped from my eyes in shame and regret just like always but I couldn't stop. I can't control myself to stop. I watched myself as I committed this act and I could see the person staring back at me from the mirror.

A whore.

A slut.

Just like they said