Slut

•Amethyst•

"Write a song. You haven't written one in a while, and since Max likes that song you made, make one about him," Samantha suggested as she was braiding Audrey's hair on my bed.

It was a sunny Saturday, a week after the party, and they were trying to get me and Max together. They had already spewed a bunch of ideas that I would never do a day in my shy little life, so they were trying their hardest to come up with less extroverted things.

"Yeah! Max loves singing and is super good at it! He even writes his own songs. You should write one together!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Why? What would it be about anyway?"

They shrugged. "I don't know."

I sighed and looked down at my hands. "That doesn't help me."

"Amy, honey, we're trying so hard to help you, we really are, but you're too shy for your own good. You won't flirt with him, you won't tell him you like him, you won't give hints, you won't even wear anything that will turn him on!" Samantha said soothingly, though it did the opposite to me.

I huffed. "I'm not you guys, okay? I don't have the super pretty face, I'm not popular, I've never flirted before, I don't look good wearing a crop top and shorts, I can't even talk to new people that easily. I'm me... and I used to be okay with that. Now I just hate it because I like Max and the only way to get him to like me back is to not be me. How do I do that? How do I get prettier, how do I get popular, how do I flirt, how can I look good in revealing outfits, how can I talk to new people easily? How? How can I when I just can't." I wiped a stray tear from my eyes. "Max doesn't like me like that and... and I'm just going to have to deal with it."

They both looked at each other with sad looks before turning back to me.

"We'll leave you alone for a bit, okay? You seem like you need it, Amy," Samantha said softly before standing up with Audrey. "I know how you like to be alone when you're sad. Bye honey."

"Bye babe," Audrey said with a wave and walked out with Samantha.

I sat on my chair and cried silently for about an hour before the door opened. I didn't bother looking up and kept my crying going until I heard a deep voice.

"Hey, shortie. You need a hug?" Max asked as he walked over to me.

I nodded but kept my head down. "Yeah."

He bent down in front of me and hugged me around the waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. I felt myself being lifted from the chair and tightened my grip on Max's collar, my tears getting bigger for an odd reason.

When I felt Max sink into something with me laying on him, I looked down and saw that he was on my bed. I snuggled into him and sniffled. He stroked my back and helped me to calm down, leaving me just snuggling with him for a few hours.

"Sorry if I'm heavy, knight," I whispered when the silence was too silent.

He chuckled, causing me to bounce since I was laying on his torso. "You are the lightest girl I've ever picked up, not including my little sisters."

"How many girls have you picked up, then?" I asked, my tone a tiny bit snappy.

He shrugged, most likely not noticing my change of tone. "I've broken up plenty of girl fights, shortie. You girls are vicious when it comes to fighting."

I giggled and looked up to see Max already looking at me. "Why were they fighting?"

He smirked. "They wanted a piece of this," he bragged as he flexed his muscle. I would've rolled my eyes had his biceps and triceps been smaller and less impressive.

"You're super strong," I said in awe.

He shrugged. "Boxing is a sport that involves muscle, short stuff."

I giggled again at the new nickname. "Since when do you do boxing? I thought you just like exercising, that's why you're so athletic."

He smirked. "You've been admiring me in P.E. I see." I blushed. "Why were you crying anyway?" He asked after a few moments of silence.

I sighed and hugged him tighter. "If I told you, you would think that I'm a weirdo."

Max chuckled. "You'd be my weirdo, so it wouldn't matter."

~<~<~<

"My baby is alright!" My mother cooed as I walked down the the stairs with Max.

I hugged my mom. "I was just a little sad, mama."

Max cleared his throat. "I never really got to introduce myself."

I let go of my mom and moved next to Max. "This is my friend Maximus."

"The one who made my little girl so happy after she was so sad! I'll make something special as a thank you. In fact, you can sleep over if you need to," my mother rambled as she scurried into the kitchen.

Max chuckled. "I like your mom. She's like the older, more extroverted version of you." I frowned, thinking that he liked extroverts more than... me. He looked down at my face and smiled. "But the younger, and quieter version is my favorite."

I hugged him and snuggled into his side. "Thanks... for everything."

He kissed my hair. "A knight's work is never done."

~<~<~<

I was taking out my books from my locker on Monday when a shadow blocked the light right above my locker. I slowly picked up my last book and turned around, only to see six girls standing around me in a perfect semi-circle. I froze in fear at their angry expressions and swallowed the lump that grew in my throat.

"Hello Amethyst," one girl, I think her name was Clara, said angrily.

I gave a slight wave to her. "Hi," I squeaked.

She rolled her eyes, along with the others, and sneered. "You're becoming a problem, okay? My boyfriend has been checking you out way more than he should be. I mean, I get that he's a guy and that when he sees boobs and an ass he's hooked, but seriously? Before it was the occasional glance at you, but now he doesn't pay any attention to me!"

I don't see how that is my fault.

"Yeah!" Another girl, Kira, agreed. "None of the guys that used to pay attention to me do anymore! I used to have at least five guys try to ask me out a day, but ever since you've started to hang out with Maximus or whatever, I've got none!"

All the girls started to blame me for more and more stuff until Marissa shushed them.

"Listen, Amethyst, okay? Maximus King is the hottest guy in school and we all know it. He has never shown any interest in you before, in fact, the only girl he's shown interest in was me," there were some eye rolls and scoffs in disagreement but she dismissed them, "So what in the hell did your small ass do, huh? Did you have sex with him? Pay him? Blackmail? What slutty thing did you do to get practically all of the guys to find interest in you!" Someone cleared their throat," And some girls!" She leaned in closer to my face. "How can someone so invisible and completely unimportant have guys and girls swarming around her in just over a week?"

I bit my lip and tried my best to hold back my tears. Marissa scoffed and stood up straight.

"Slut," she growled.

I smirked after a moment of realization.

"I am a sweet, little, unforgettable thing! Thanks for noticing, Marissa!"

She scoffed and stomped away with her friends, leaving me to shake in fear on my own. I was only calm for about a second when I gave that comeback, but the rest of the time I was struggling not to cry or run away and hide.

I was a coward and I didn't like any type of confrontation. I didn't even like talking to new people because I always got anxious and choked up. I couldn't breathe and I wanted to crawl into a hole and live there for the rest of my life. It takes good people to get me to warm up to them easily, the reason why I have so few friends, and even still I was shy around a few of them.

Samantha not even knowing if I had gotten my period yet being a prime example.

I exhaled a deep breath and closed my locker from behind me before sprinting to my next class. I quickly sat into my chair, ducked my head so my hair was covering my face, and got everything ready for the long lesson ahead of me. I didn't have that class with Max, Samantha, Xander, or Audrey so I was very alone and quiet.

It's not like English involves a lot of talking anyway...