He left me dying in the woods, but I came back

Just then, Amy's phone rang. She answered it, listening for a moment before turning to Dylan and Marcus. "It's my Jimmy," she said. "He's in the hospital."

Dylan and Marcus exchanged a glance, their faces filled with concern. "We'll take you to see him," Dylan said.

Marcus nodded. "Yes, don’t worry, Amy. He will be okay. We'll be right there."

Dylan immediately left my hands and hugged Amy, trying to console her by stroking her hair while asking Marcus to bring his car. Marcus nodded in agreement and started his car before he asked them to get inside.

Dylan opened the passengers’ side door for Amy before he sat in the back seat, and soon they left for the hospital. They didn't bother asking me for a ride, even for a formality and just ran off. They were only concerned about Amy and her Jimmy. Jimmy was Amy’s dog’s name.

I laughed bitterly. I knew I stood no place against Amy in their eyes, but I didn't expect that they would neglect me for her dog as well. Even Amy’s dog was more important to them than me.

I then turned around only to find my batchmates smirking at me with hatred and disgust.

I walked across the campus, my head held high, trying to ignore the snickers and whispers that followed me. But it was hard to ignore the fake pictures that had been plastered all over the campus, pictures that showed me sleeping naked with the directors of my university.

I felt chills running down my spine as I saw the pictures, my mind racing with anger and humiliation. Who could have done this? And why?

As I walked, I noticed a group of my classmates gathered near the cafeteria, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of disgust and amusement. One of them, a tall and muscular guy, stepped forward, a sneer on his face.

"Hey, Bella, we heard you're quite the favorite among the directors," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You must be really good at...other things besides studying."

“I was wondering how you were managing your pack after your parents’ death, considering how hard people are for a female Alpha.” Another one commented, “Now I understand how. You must be giving bed services to all the male wolves in your pack to shut their mouths close. Uff… I wish I was your pack member.”

The group erupted into laughter and catcalls, and I felt my face burn with shame and anger. I tried to walk away, but these guys blocked my path, his eyes glinting with malice.

Suddenly, someone threw a banana peel at me, hitting me squarely on the chest. I felt a surge of humiliation as the group laughed and jeered.

One of the girls, a petite blonde, stepped forward, her eyes flashing with anger. "You're a disgusting slut, Bella," she spat, her voice venomous. "You think you're so special just because you're sleeping with the directors?"

She reached out and grabbed my arm, her fingers digging deep into my skin. "You're not special, Bella," she hissed. "You're just a cheap whore."

“I’m not!” I yelled, “These pictures are fake.”

“But, how will we know that?” She smirked, “You are naked in this picture. How about you get naked before us so that we can match your body with these pictures?”

With a sudden jerk, she tore my sleeve, ripping it apart at the seam. I felt a surge of anger and humiliation as the group laughed and cheered.

Someone threw a trash can at me, spilling garbage all over my clothes. I felt like I was going to vomit, my mind reeling with shame and anger.

The guy who had first spoken up stepped forward, his eyes glinting with malice. "Hey, Bella, why don't you show us what you're really good at?" he sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I think she isn't getting the feel of opening up. How about we get naked in front of her to turn her on?” Another one remarked and they took their shirt off and blocked my path while being shirtless.

The group laughed and cheered, and I felt like I was going to collapse under the weight of their humiliation. But then, suddenly, a voice rang out across the campus, loud and clear.

"Leave her alone!"

I turned to see a figure striding towards us, his eyes blazing with anger. I had seen this person for the first time in college but I heard someone mentioning him as ‘Professor’. So, I assumed he was one of the professors who joined the college recently. He was a tall and imposing man with a fierce expression.

The group began to disperse, muttering and grumbling as they went. The professor turned to me, his expression softening.

"Are you okay, Bella?" he asked, his voice gentle.

I nodded, still feeling shaken. "Yes, thank you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

The professor nodded, his eyes still blazing with anger. "I'll make sure those responsible are punished," he said. "But in the meantime, be careful, okay? Don't let them get to you."

I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards the professor. But as I walked away, I couldn't shake off the feeling of vulnerability and fear. I knew that I had to be careful, that I had to watch my back. But I also knew that I couldn't let them win, that I had to stand up for myself and fight back.