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Honest

I haven't even thought about going to school for the past two days. Seeing Trish again is like seeing slender man. You don't want to, you're terrified. All these months of picking myself up again have gone down the drain. There is no escaping your past... I know that now. 

The past days have been spent alone. Mom was at work, my friends at school, even the elderly neighbors were out of town. So, I sat in my own darkness, binge watching The Vampire Diaries and eating ice cream. My mother understands how horrified I am and doesn't stop me from skipping, but sooner or later, she'll step in. 

A loud buzzing sound vibrated on the nightstand next to me. I placed my third pint of ice cream on the side and squirmed to the phone. Liam's face and name popped up on the screen. My arm reached for the object and answered slowly, scared of what he may say or think.

"Hello?" His voice rang through the speaker.

"H-hey Liam" My voice tried to sound enthusiastic. "What's up?"

"I know." Was all he said and it was enough for me to know what he was alluding to. 

"L-liam it isn't what you think-"

He cut me off "I believe you. Trish is always starting things, ever since we were kids. I don't believe you would do such a thing. Can you just explain your side?"

"Yes."

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It was now Thursday morning, and Liam talked me into coming to school. Don't ask me how- just know that he is very persuasive. After our talk last night, and I had told him everything, it felt like another weight was lifted off me. He was so understanding and calm, and most importantly angry at Trish.

The talk went better than expected, it was actually great. The whole time I was worried he'd pick Trish's side, but he really surprised me. 

As I walked in through the main doors of the school, a new aura filled the air. It was like a mixture of fear and hope. Usually, at this school, I felt calm and cheerful. The factor of Trish being here may be the reason for such a change.

I made my way over to my uncrowded locker and put in the combination. Like every morning, my arms shook my backpack and let everything fall in once the door opened. Classmates passed me as I was doing so, talking about outfits, girls, guys, and parties. Typical. Not once at this school have I heard a conversation about scientific facts or mathematical equations. Even the 'nerds' don't talk about such things. 

The clatter of high heeled shoes froze me in my spot. Although many girls wore heels, I knew this walk. I'd hear it every day at school. The sound I used to hear as exciting were now my biggest fear. My head turned ever so slightly to reveal the devil herself, Trish. She wore black, tall high heels, a see through lace top, and shorty-shorts. How the hell is she getting away with shorty-shorts? Her face was caked with fakeness. Her hair pulled into a tight high ponytail. 

She marched towards me, swaying her hips and flipping her hair. Daina and her minions stood at her side. Including Manny, of all people.

"Hello Trish," I shifted my eyes to the traitor "hello Manny. Such a wonderful morning isn't it?" My teeth gritted as I spoke, trying not to show my fear. Manny backed up a bit, surprisingly, she looked uncomfortable.

"Enough chit-chat slut. I only came near your disease to let you know something." Trish spat, placing her hands on her hips.

"Disease? I'm not the one with the STD, Patricia." My mouth curved into a smirk.

"I do not- and don't you EVER call me that!" She fumed.

"Why? Is little Patricia insecure?"

"Shut. Up." Trish stepped forward, leaning close to my ear. "Talk to me like that again, and I will ruin you. Just like I did back in Fernstown." She pulled away, retreating to her previous position. "I know your secret Rhea. I'm not afraid to use it."