"Are you going to be okay?" Zara asks, her voice low as she gives my arm a reassuring squeeze.

"Well he doesn't go here anymore so that's something." I reply, looking up at the school.

"If she comes near you I'll batter her." Becky warns and I can't help the small smile that graces my lips at the comment.

"Thanks Bec, but that's okay." I reply as I reach out and hug her. Zara joins in, wrapping her arms around both of us and I bury my head into their hair, trying to steady my emotions, filled with absolute dread at the thought of facing the entire high school after their hero of a football captain did the dirty on the girl he was seeing. I'm not silly, I know that everyone knew as soon as I stormed out of that party. After all, everyone knows the gossip that surrounds the Devil.

"One more year." I breathe out, reassuring myself that I can do this. I just need to save the money and get out of here, away from this town and its gossip, off to a new town to make new, happier memories.

"One more year." Zara confirms, stepping back. Becky gives me a reassuring squeeze before letting go as I grimace. I wish I didn't have to come back here, ever. Brett was the most popular guy in school, and without him it leaves Ashley to rule the school. And me to be the laughing stock.

Zara squeezes my hand and I smile up at them both, thankful for their support. Turning back to face the entrance I take a deep breath before nodding, starting up the steps and walking into the school.

*~*~*

"It's like they think that we don't know what comes after high school." Becky moans, "Jesus, we've just started our last year and they're already telling us we need our plan for what comes next." She continues, groaning as she leans against the locker next to mine. "I don't know what college to go to."

"That's the point." I reply, "They're just prepping you early."

"Prepping me? They're scaring me." She retorts.

"You need to start looking at where you want to go." I lecture her, smiling slightly, "And how you can get in."

"Surely I just need to pass my exams?" She furrows her eyebrows, scowling as she leans against the locker.

"Depends what college you go for." I reply and she shrugs.

"I'll choose an easy one." She says hastily and I chuckle slightly as I grab hold of my history book for next period. "What the hell are you doing?" Becky's hostile voice grabs my attention and I turn around to see what Becky is snapping at.

Georgia.

Looking like a lost puppy.

"Hi." She tries, her voice quiet as she grabs onto her sleeves, biting her lip as she stares up at me. I've never seen Georgia look so casual, her usual pristine straightened blonde hair is gone, the messy mop shoved up into a top knot. Her eyes are tear stained on her make-up free face and I almost don't recognise her from the laid back tracksuit she's wearing.

"Stay away from me." I respond quickly, turning back to my locker.

"Sav..."

"Get away from her you fucking idiot." Becky snaps, stepping between me and her.

"Oh shut up you whore." Georgia snaps and I clench my teeth, desperate to hold myself together.

"You're one to talk." Becky snorts.

"Oh come off it, Savannah she's no better than me but you're still friends with her." Georgia exclaims and I can't control myself any longer.

"Do you hear yourself? Are you that stupid?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. "You know what he meant to me. And you did that." I rage, stepping towards her. I am conscious of the audience that's gathering around us but can't bring myself to care. "Becky can fuck as many guys as she wants, she's never stabbed me in the back." I finish, pushing passed her to walk off.

"Sav..."

"Never talk to me again." I call over my shoulder, Becky hurrying to keep up with me.

"Sav..."

"Do you really think I'm in the mood to deal with you Georgia." I yell, whirling around and stomping back towards her. "I am done with you." I hiss, "Leave, or I'll fucking throw you out of this school myself." I finish, my voice low. Georgia takes a step back, biting her lip as she wraps her arms around herself. She quickly nods before turning around and walking back down the corridor.

"Sav?" Becky's voice is quiet and I look around, the wide eyes of the students zeroing in on me.

"Let's go." I snap, opening my locker and stuffing the book back inside. I slam it shut and begin to walk in the opposite direction. I'm not going to history today. I'm going to camp out in the changing rooms until after last period, go to a lovely cheerleading session, and then go home and bury myself in blankets on the couch.

*~*~*

"Welcome back cheerleaders." Ashley grins widely, way too perky for the new school year. No doubt at my expense. "As you know, we will be holding tryouts for new recruits next Wednesday, so if you're around, you're welcome to watch." She grins, looking around at us all. "I'll be restructuring the team this year, to reflect everyone's strengths and weaknesses." She finishes, looking over at me, her eyes drifting from my feet up to my head. I roll my eyes as I cross my arms, praying that this next hour flies passed. "To start with, all of you can do a lap around the hall to warm up." She orders, clapping her hands. The cheerleaders slowly move, understandably unwilling to run the length of the room. "Well, go!"

I groan, beginning to follow the other cheerleaders, aiming to stick close to Becky. Her and Zara had spent the entire last week with me, Zara more horrified by what Georgia had done than Becky. I think Becky had suspected that she wasn't a good friend, although I can't imagine why...

"Sarah?" Ashley calls me, "Could I have a word?" She asks and I stop running, Becky shooting me a pitiful look. I grit my teeth, turning back around and walking over. I plaster a fake smile on my face.

"Yes?"

"I heard what happened." She replies, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

"Didn't everyone?" I respond sarcastically. She raises an eyebrow.

"You deserve it."

"Of course I do." I nod, smirking as I cross my arms. I turn to walk away before she starts talking again.

"I always told you that you were nothing." She begins and I stop in my tracks. "All he wanted was for you to spread your legs." She continues and I grit my teeth harder. "And you did, didn't you?" She laughs and I ball my hands into fists.

I did. I was so stupid. I never went the whole way with him but I still let him take some of my first experiences away from me.

"Poor little Savannah. It all makes perfect sense now though doesn't it girls?" She calls out and I turn back around as the girls finish their lap of the hall. Phoebe nods in agreement, laughing with a few of the others. "Brett found you working in Aphrodite's Palace, you were a whore, an easy target."

"Shut up!" Becky tries, her eyes full of fire as she walks closer to me.

I stay silent.

"You were too easy for him. Someone to entertain him before college." Ashley continues, taking a step closer to me. She taps her finger on her chin. "But you weren't enough were you? Not quite, so he went for the next best thing, one of your best friends." She grins, "I wonder how it felt for her as she moaned out his name."

"Shut up." I snap loudly, her words hitting me hard. Is that why he went for Georgia? I mean maybe it was a contributing factor? We never actually had sex, maybe he felt he needed it elsewhere.

"Just like how I used to moan his name I bet." She continues, "I told you he wouldn't want you. I tried to warn you." She shrugs. As much as I hate her, she did tell me to stay away and I definitely should have listened.

"If you don't shut up I swear..." Becky starts before Ashley cuts her off.

"Brett is from a higher class than you Sarah. You'll never be more than the Diner trash you were born to be." She finishes, a smirk on her lips as I feel something inside of me snap.

I am not trash.

Without a second thought I launch myself towards her and grab at her hair as we tumble onto the floor. I hear the cheerleaders squeal as Ashley reacts, reaching up and slapping me across the face. I fall to the side and she climbs on top, raining scratches down my arms. I barely register the pain, reaching up to grab anything, latching back onto her hair and yanking it tightly, causing her hands to reach up to her head, and away from my arms.

She deserves this. I don't.

I sit up, launching myself at her once more and we tumble back down onto the ground, and I raise a hand, able to slap her once more, the pain coursing through my veins as I think of Brett and his lies. She curls her hand into a fist as she rises up above me, bringing it down on my nose, my face whipping to the side as I spit out the blood that has instantly pooled in my mouth. She packs a mean punch for such a skinny girl. I raise my hand once more, desperate to hit her and she grabs hold of it, trying to restrict me.

Who does he even think he is? A fucking God or something? How dare he! He literally broke my heart. I know we weren't exclusive, hell we never even had a conversation about what we were, but I thought we were heading somewhere, that I meant something to him.

I quickly roll us to the side and she falls off of me, letting go of my hand. I reach over in anger and yank her arm back behind her, causing her to scream. With my free hand I return the favour, smashing my fist into her face.

And Georgia? She was supposed to be my friend. My friend from when I was six years old and we went to dance class together, both of us too nervous to speak to anyone else. We latched onto each other, becoming best friends and only letting Zara into our close knit bond when we were ten. What the hell did I ever do to her?

Betrayal is the only thing I'm thinking of as Ashley's fist meets my face once more.

"Girls!"

Suddenly we are pulled apart, the gym teacher in the middle, the cheerleaders holding onto us as we both try to get passed them, not done with our attack. Her brown eyes are wide with fury, blood streaming out from her nose, a scratch spreading from her right eye to her mouth. I can only imagine I look the same.

"Principal's office! Now!"

*~*~*

At least ten detentions will mean I can get caught up on all my homework. And luckily the Principal said he won't note it down on our transcripts, so long as it doesn't happen again.

I stare up at the Sunnyside Diner in disgust. The sign outside notes that they have recently been robbed, asking for generous donations to help get over the emotional trauma. It's funny that I'm not seeing a dime of these donations and yet, I was the only one there.

I need the money to save up for college. However, I certainly don't need it from a place like this - a place which hasn't even checked to see if I'm okay after what happened. I will never be able to feel safe here again.

I nod my head to reassure myself that this is the right choice before walking up to the diner and opening the door, the bell ringing as I step inside.

"Savannah! Breda exclaims, looking up from a table of customers, her eyes wide as she spots the state of my face, "What happened?"

"Nothing." I shrug, "Where's Bert or Harry?"

"Bert's in the back." She gestures, not taking her eyes off of me. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine." I reply, "Thanks." She hesitantly turns back to the table, apologising to them as I make my way around the counter and into the kitchen with a stride in my step. This is the right thing to do.

"Bert?" I see him sat in front of the TV, fries sizzling in the deep fat fryer beside him. He turns around.

"What are you doing here? You don't work today." He grumbles before looking at me. "Jesus, what happened to your face?"

"I quit."

"What?"

"I quit, Bert." I repeat, my expression blank.

"You can't."

"I just did." I retort, crossing my arms. "Effective immediately."

"What about college?" He scoffs, leaning against the wall.

"I'll find a job somewhere else."

"You'll regret this."

"No I won't." I assure him, shooting him a quick smile. He glares as I turn away, making my way back through to the front of the diner.

Breda is running around with several drinks balanced on a tray, desperately trying to take on seven orders at once. I shoot her a quick wave on my way out, hoping that she doesn't end up staying here for as long as I did. No-one deserves that.

I walk out of the diner and don't look back, forcing myself to walk towards the road to begin the journey home.

I know that I look a state, dried blood down my face, a black eye, tear stained face. Not only did I smear blood over my white top as I pulled it on but the blood has also dripped down onto it before it dried, leaving a crusty dark stain. My hair is pulled back into the same hasty ponytail that I threw it in at cheerleading.

I just want to get home and never leave my bed again. Ever. What's the point anyway?

As I look up a familiar black car drives down the road towards me and I can't help but stop, watching it as it approaches. A jolt of heartache rocks my body as I see it, and I bite my lip to keep myself together.

I should have never got into his car the first time. I should have never accepted his offer to take me to work.

Time seems to slow as the car reaches me, or maybe its the car that slows down. I follow the car with my eyes as it passes, not caring that he'll know that I'm looking. Brett stares out the window at me, his expression holding confusion and regret as I keep my face blank. He's probably wondering why I look like this. But is he?

It's not like he cares.

Within seconds he's gone, driving down the road towards the town line. I watch the car until it disappears out of sight.

Out of my life.

And he will never hurt me again.

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And there it is!! Be honest... were you expecting that?!

I'm going to get a lot of hate for this ending, I know, but please control yourselves! This was always how Part One was supposed to end, they're young, immature, and Brett's an idiot. Keep reading and I promise you'll forgive me!

Thank you so much for all your support, I love all of you! 💙