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Chapter 11

It's worse than I could have imagined. When I woke up this morning, my DMs were flooded with messages from people I don't even know.

"Made it too easy for him."

"Nathan is too good for you, honey."

"Shit, you're a dirty bitch."

"Can't believe you let him in your pants so easily."

I just couldn't believe it. How can people be so cruel? Can't they mind their own business? I decided to skip school this morning considering I had no sleep last night. I tossed and turned unable to sleep. This mornig All I felt like doing is crying. This sucks.

I couldn't eat anything for lunch, but I know I have to go to school this afternoon for a test in P3. I throw on a white graphic t-shirt and a pair of oversized jeans, grab my coat, and put on my boots. As I open the door, the cold autumn air hits me hard, making it difficult to breathe. I walk to school, trying to convince myself that it won't be too bad. I refuse to think that everyone knows about the whole Nathan situation. Yet, ever since it began, I've been proven otherwise.

I arrive about thirty minutes before P3 starts. I toss my backpack into my locker and grab my books. Leaning against the locker, I pull out my phone and message June, asking where she is. She replies almost immediately that they're in the cafeteria. The cafeteria—the one place where everyone gathers, where people will look at me, where Nathan might be... and Haze... and William.

Shit.

The last thing I want is to find myself in a room with all those guys.

I really don't want to show that this affects me. I'll just walk in there and make everyone believe I couldn't care less about the whole thing. I'll fake it till I make it, I guess...

I stride confidently into the cafeteria and push open the large doors. My eyes immediately land on Nathan. He doesn't notice me. That guy should thank me for boosting his attendance record because he used to hardly ever show up at school.

He's sitting there with his friends, laughing and being an idiot. Of course, he's having a good time—no one is calling him a whore behind his back, or litteraly to his face for that matter... No! Nathan is a king; he got exactly what everyone dared him to get. I still can't believe that piece of shit set me up. Nothing even happened. Just thinking about that morning sends a shiver down my spine, and my heart skips a beat.

I don't know if it's the fact that he played me and I fell for it or the way he touched me that turns my stomach upside down. It shouldn't make me feel this way, but how could it not?

If I'd ever caught myself thinking about Nathan Collins before this all happened, I would have thought I'd be stronger than that—immune to his charm. I hate that I'm not.

I take a deep breath and dig deep to find the confidence that has retreated to a sinister hole inside me. I walk up to our regular table and wave at June.

Suddenly, a girl stops me in my tracks, grabbing my arm.

"Congratulations on scoring Nathan Collins, hun," she says with a sly smile.

I shake off her grip and frown. "Do I know you?" I reply defensively.

"You don't know me, but you should. I'm Nathan's girlfriend," she explains.

I remember June mentioning her before—Lexi, I think her name is. She's completely obsessed with Nathan, going around claiming they're a thing, but everyone knows he's just playing her. I actually feel sorry for her. Then it hits me.

"You're the one who posted that picture on your Snapchat story?" I ask.

"Yes! Exactly," she nods.

"Why would you do that?" I press.