How did he get those?! My mind immediately races back to moments he's been in my house. Not once did I leave him alone in my room while he was over to work on our art project. I don't know how he could have gotten it.

I think to when we went to the mall, but my mind comes up blank. I don't remember him even coming into my house, I don't even remember much from yesterday morning. Cursed is my stupid brain, and it's stupid remembering skills. I lean against the fridge door and slid down, my eyes locked onto the picture of my preteen choice of her first set of bra and underwear. It had been a stupid choice now that I look back. I had just started puberty and my mom wanted me to get some stuff, so we went out one day and that's what I chose. Why do I even still have those stupid things when they don't even fit?!

I exit out of Zander's messages and go over to Gina's. My thumbs hover over the keyboard, itching to type the text but also holding back. She would only freak out then kill him. And I'm not even exaggerating.

I sigh softly and lean my head against the fridge, my eyes closed as I think of the many possible ways of embarrassment coming tomorrow. He could hang it on my locker, put it on the steps of the school, give it around to other guys who will start to creep on me and call me names. As if I don't deal with that enough already.

Opening my eyes I look back down at my phone and go back to the message from Zander. I push my phone away from me and get up, racing upstairs to my bed. The covers welcome me wholeheartedly, their warmth wrapping around me like a cradle of safety. For a second I forget about everything and just focus on the safe feeling of the blankets wrapped around me, how it would feel for someone to wrap their arms around me like this, to hold me in such a way that makes me feel as safe and secure as these blankets.

I shake my head at the thought. Everything rushes back at once, causing me to groan and roll over as I feel the headache start to form. What could he possibly want from me? How could he do this? Just when you think someone is decent, they turn around and do this. I feel a tear slid down my cheek, and before I know it, many more start to follow. It's stupid really, all this because of just a stupid picture. I mean like, how can he even prove it was mine?

That's the funny thing, nobody will care if it's true or not. They'll just act on it anyways. The tears flow harder and harder until I'm full on sobbing, wrapped up in my blanket, my face buried in my pillow to catch all my tears. I eventually start to fall asleep, my face sticky and wet. My cheeks and eyes probably red, but who cares. The last tear falls and rolls down my cheek onto the pillow. My eyes shut tiredly, my body unconsciously curling up with my blankets, gripping them in my hands to get that safe feeling back into my grasp. Slowly, I fall asleep.

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I'm walking into school, books clutched to my chest, head down, and my sweatshirt hoodie up to hide my barely controlled red hair. I pass by people but they don't spare me a second glance. Good, I don't want them to either. I make it to my locker and am surprised when I don't see Gina there waiting for me. Must be in class already. I shut my locker and look to my right, a group of girls I haven't seen before are looking right at me. We make eye contact then they look away, giggling behind their hands and not so discreetly pointing my way.

I put my head down again and push towards my first class. My knuckles turning white from clutching my books so hard against my chest. The whispers are more noticeable now, people turning away when I walk by to talk to their friends and laugh, girls giving me snide looks before rolling their eyes and looking away. It's all so noticeable.

I make it to my first class and rush to my seat. I sit down in the back and put my head down on the desk. I peek up as I hear more students fill the room. They glance at me, either laughing or rolling their eyes. Zander comes into the room and takes a seat in his usual seat. He doesn't look at me or even in my direction. That's odd . . . Thought he said he wanted to talk to me today?

I reach into my pocket for my phone, but my hand comes out empty and I realize it's not there. Shoot, I must have left it on the floor last night.

The teacher walks in and looks around the room, his eyes locking with mine before he shakes his head in what seems like, what? Disappointment? Why would at me like that?

My eyes widen and I lower my head again. I wrap my hand around my locket, my other hand pulling up my sweatshirt sleeve until it's clutched tightly between my fingers. The teacher hands out packets to all of us, telling us that it's a simple day of filling out the packets to prepare for the quiz tomorrow. I open up the packet and see about 50 questions. Great, just what I needed. I focus on filling out the questions but the whispers then started. The first was from a guy in front of me, whispering something to the guy next to him. It wasn't until the guy next to him glanced over at me that I knew.

They're talking about me . . . My eyes widen at the guy, my cheeks heating up in a fiery blush. The guy winks at me and then I see his eyes glance down at my chest. My eye brows furrow and I look down as well. Is there something on my shirt? I look back up to him. He winks again and bites his lip. I frown even more and sink down in my seat, leaning over my packet to try to focus on filling out the questions. Don't worry about that creep, just keep working on your packet.

After first period I thought I was clear of anymore weird guys but no, I was so wrong. In second period I had a guy eyeing me up the whole time. Third period was no better, I had a couple of girls throw papers at me then giggle about it with their friends. Fourth period was the worst, when a guy decided it was okay to slap my butt as I was walking by him to go to my seat. You'd think someone would say something, but no. The kids just laughed and the teacher didn't even see it.

By the time lunch period came around, I was exhausted and ready to go home. I haven't seen Gina yet, it's like she isn't even here! I wish she was, she would make me feel so much better.

I get into the lunch line, the guys behind me constantly bumping into me and laughing loudly about the stupidest things. By the time it was my turn to pick my food, the idiots had bumped me at least five times and haven't apologized at all. I grab a piece of pizza from the tray and put it on my plate. I move forward to grab some soda but instead I get bumped so hard that I drop my plate.

I whip around to look at the laughing morons behind me, they're pointing and fist bumping each other. My eyes narrow and I walk right up to the boy who I know has been the one to bump into me so many times.

"Hey!" I shout and poke his solid chest, looking up at him. He raises his eyebrows and then smirks down at me.

He leans against the counter and bites his lip, "Hey there, babe. What's up?" His eyes rake up and down my body. Which only fuels my anger even more.

"What's up? What's up?! How about the fact that you imbeciles bumped into not once, not twice, but five times and haven't apologized for any of it!" His cool guy facade fades and he stands up straighter in an effort to make himself taller.

I narrow my eyes towards him and poke his chest again, "What's up?? How about we consider the fact that you just knocked my pizza onto the floor, just when my day couldn't get any worse. I get stuck with you and –" I glance back to his baboon friends who are just standing there, eyes wide with shock, "Your idiotic group of friends behind me!!" My body feels on fire with rage, all which dies when I hear the words fall from his mouth next.

"Careful kitten, wouldn't want you to get into a hissy fit now would we?" He smirks and leans towards me to whisper in my ear, "How about we go to the janitors closet and settle this a more fun way, how 'bout it babe?" He reaches behind me and pinches my butt. I gasp in complete shock and horror of his words. I push him away from me, his friends laugh and pat his back.

I look around the cafeteria where all the other students are laughing and pointing at me.

That's when I see him, standing there with his arm around Samantha. Gina is right there with him, looking at me with disgust while she hangs onto Zander's other arm. Zander smirks at me and let's go of them, making his way towards me.

He gets so close that our chests were slightly touching. He leans in to whisper into the same ear the other guy whispered horrible suggestions then laughed about.

"Don't look so surprised, Cupcake. Did you really think I could like someone like you? You're ugly, fat, and worthless. Why would I like you? I wouldn't even waste my time on you for a quick screw." He leans back and smirks at me, Samantha coming up beside him to wrap her arms around his waist and kiss his cheek.

Her eyes turn towards me and her evil smirk appears, "I told you so, Nerdy. Nobody will ever love you. Hell, not even your own parents want to be around you. You're that annoying and disgusting. Isn't that right, Zandy?" She smiles up at him so sugary sweet that I feel my stomach contract in disgust. My heart hurts as their words race through my mind, my headache seeming to explode and pound against my skull.

Gina comes over next, smirking towards me as well. Relief rushes through me when I see her, only to disappear as soon as I see her hand clutched in Zander's. I look back up to her eyes, hurt and betrayal filling mine along with heartbroken tears.

"Seriously, Sarah. Don't be such a baby." She looks at me with such disgust and hate that I actually stumble back a step like I've been punched in the gut. She walks up closer to me, her face close with mine. I search her eyes for any signs of remorse, any proof that the girl in front of me was still my best friend. That she wasn't the same as the monster who has bullied me since fifth grade.

Her smirks grows even wider and she gives me a once over before speaking, "Remember all those times I told you how skinny you looked, how beautiful you were? I lied. You're disgusting. You're fat and nobody will ever love you. All you'll ever be good for is a no-good prostitute. Wouldn't surprise me if your own parents ditch you someday. They don't love you. They love me more than they do you, and I'm not even over that often when they're there. That's how pathetic and worthless you are." A look of pure hatred is on her face, her nose scrunched up in disgust.

The tears are falling freely now, my body shaking as I feel my heart breaking into a million pieces. She leans back as her smirks appears again. She walks back over to Zander and wraps herself around his arm. He smirks down at her and then back over to me. Samantha then walks over to me, her sugary sweet smile still in place as she places her hands on my shoulders.

Before I can react I feel her shove me so hard I start to fall backwards. I feel the world slow down, the only thing I feel is numb. Slowly my back hits the floor then I feel my head slam hard against the floor as well.

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I jolt awake and sit up, my heart racing a mile a minute. My alarm clock says it's only midnight. My face is covered in tears, my body soaked with sweat and trembling with tears. I curl up against the side of the wall, trembling and crying as I recall the horrible dream.

I rock slightly back and forth to calm down, whispering to myself that it was only a dream.

It was only a dream.

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I feel like you guys are gonna kill me for this.....oh well!
Here's chapter ten and oh my gosh!! This book has reached over 800 reads since chapter 9!! I'm so happy!! Thank you to everyone who has been voting and commenting, it's means a lot!!

I won't be able to write anymore until sometime next week, but chapter 11 will come soon!!

Stay....away from me because if you mad right now I don't wanna die....😂

~Molly