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"Hey," I approached Bee. "Ready to go to class?"

Bee nodded and we walked together towards our Chemistry classroom.

"So..." I started. Not sure what to say.

"Have you heard?" Bee told me " People have been spreading stories and fake lies about you. Saying you're a slut and a whore.That you have sex with older men for money."

I've expected this. Why are people so cruel in this school? I feel tears prick my eyes. I blink fastly for a few times until I can feel the tears go away. I tell Bee that I don't want to talk about it. They're the real 'sluts' here.

"Blah Blah Blah" Is all I hear from my Science teacher. I pay no attention to Mr.Smith as I doodle on corners of my loose leaf paper. Bee wasn't here to entertain me with scientific facts since she had a chemical reaction with one of the test tubes and was sent to the nurse. I have to bear class without her. I rest my head on my left hand. I hope she's okay.

Bring

I shot out my seat when I hear the bell ring. I exhale and slowly make my way out of class. I wait as the throng of people files out of the door. Before I can get through the door, Mr.Smith calls out to me.

"Stacy, do you have a second? I'll write you a late slip." I nod and walk towards Mr.Smith's desk.

"A-am in trouble?" I knew I should've stopped drawing before I got caught.

"No." Mr.Smith answers. This relieves me. I wouldn't want to cause trouble for Anne and Liam. They've been nothing but kind towards me.

"I did see you sketch on your paper while I was teaching." The science teacher looked up from the papers he was organizing. I held my breath. Shizz.

"You have talent."

My eyes widen with shock.

"W-what do you mean?" I ask.

"What I am trying to say is you are a fantastic artist."

My jaw drops a little. Me? An artist? Don't make me laugh. I can barely draw a dinosaur.

Mr.Smith opens his top left drawer and takes out a piece of paper. He hands it to me and I take it.

It was a form.

"The Artistic Club" I read out loud.

"Yes. I am the leader of it. I would be more than welcome to accept you in it. But it's your choice."

I think about it. I'm not sure.

I tell him that I will make up my mind tomorrow and tell him the answer. He nods and hands me a piece of paper. I guess it's the late slip. I take it and walk out of the classroom. I then stuff the note in my bag.

"Well isn't it the hooker of Cube High?"

I spin around. I come face to face with a really pretty girl. She has platinum colored hair and brown eyes. By the looks of it, she probably hangs out with the popular people. She sports a pink shirt and blue skinny jeans. On her back, she carries a leather Prada backpack. Damn, that's some money she's got there.

I shoot back the coldest glare I can muster. The girl only laughs. And it's not the 'wow you're really funny' kind of way.

"Look at you." She teases "Trying to act all tough." Her smirk turns into a sneer, "how pathetic."

I clench my fists at the sides on my jeans, I need to get this over with before I become even later.

"What do you want from me?"

"I don't want anything from you." She shakes her head and her perfectly manicured hands follow suit. "You're just fun to play around with. You grow angry easily."

I'm totally against violence but, I really want to-

"Cut it out, Erica." I hear. I turn around and I see Zach.

Erica walks in front of me. "If you insist Zach." With that, she just stepped away like nothing ever happened.

"Female dog," I mutter under my breath.

"I'm sorry about Erica," Zach says as he scratches the nook of this neck awkwardly.

"It's okay," I reply, head down "I get treated like this a lot."

Zach looks at me puzzled.

-

We start to walk to class since we had the same subject. We were in a fine conversation before he brought up the fact about my rumors.

"I-I." I hesitate. Should I really tell him?

"Maybe another time Zach. " I answer. Zach luckily drops the topic and we walk in silence. I already like Zach. I MEAN- as a friend. He is willing to respect your choices and doesn't get into your business like he's involved.

"Stacy Hinojosa. Can you explain why you are 15 minutes late." Gosh, It's only been 15 minutes? Mrs.Lamberg gestures Zach back into his seat. She then turns back to me. I dig into my bag until I've found the paper. I hand it to her without a sound and stroll to my desk in the back. I sit in my seat and give Bee and a small wave. I'm glad she recovered quickly.

I silently read the note that Bee passed to me. 'Why were you late?'

I take my pencil and reply in the back of the paper.

'Because Mr.Smith wanted to talk to me about something. Also, there was this girl. I think her name was Erica, but she was making fun of me.'

I pass it back to Bee.

'Erica? Stacy, don't go near her. If you do, it spells death. She is no good. Just don't be around her and her squad. If she ever comes looking for you, just-just don't get involved in that kind of drama. Besides, how did you get through her?'

New information learned. Erica is a female dog. Just as I suspected.

'Oh, Zach happened to be there and stopped Erica in time. I really wanted to hurt her.'

I get a note instantly.

'Are you sure you don't like Zach?'

I blush. I cover my cheeks, hoping no one would see my embarrassed face.

'NO! OF COURSE NOT! He's my friend.' I scribble on the paper.

When I pass it back to Bee, she smirks at me, which only makes me blush even more.

-

I sit on my bed doing absolutely nothing. Just sitting and relaxing. Why does Bee think that I like Zach? You can't like someone you just met....right?