In school, things were pretty normal. Nicole and Chase were very coupley. He always was holding her hand and I'd never seen her so happy. Everyone called them the It Couple and it was true. They were perfect together. He made her happy and she made him happy. Ben and Anais were back together and he didn't speak to me. Ben made Anais smile and you could see how much she loved him in her eyes.

Clex even found himself a new girl. Her name was Kylee. She seemed content and he seemed to really like her, but there weren't any "sparks," but they seemed stable. He always had his arm draped around her and she put on a fake smile for everyone. I wanted to find out what was wrong, but Nicole wouldn't let me.

"You just got out of all that Clex drama. Do you really think it'd be smart to dive right back in?" she asked.

"But what if something is really wrong and we could stop it?" I asked.

"I don't know, Lexi. I think you need to sit this out. You could get hurt if it's something serious," she said.

I took a deep breath and looked at Kylee. Clex kissed her and she put on a show. The only reason I knew that, was because when Chase and Nicole kissed, it was filled with love. Clex and Kylee? It was filled with toxic chemicals wrapped up into tricking people they were happy.

After school, I decided to walk home. I didn't want to take the bus, and Chase and Nicole were riding together. A guy from my history class ran up to me.

"Hey, what's up, Lexi?" He asked.

"Hey..." I searched for his name.

"Greg. So," he wrapped his arm around my waist. "I heard you're not grounded anymore."

"How'd you know--?"

"Nicole was talking to Chase about it in class. So you wanna go out sometime?" He asked.

"I barely know you," I said.

"That's how you get to know me, baby," he said.

"I don't think so," I tried to get away from his arm.

"I'll even meet your parents," he said.

"No, but thanks for the offer," I walked away and he grabbed my arm.

"Look. I've been single for too long. I need to get with someone," he snarled.

"Well, it's not gonna be me," I snatched my arm away from him.

He tackled me to the sidewalk and hovered over me. I started kicking and screaming, but no cars were around. Every time I yelled, he'd cover my mouth to muffle it. He tore my shirt in half and I tried to kick his groin, but he was on my legs. He broke the zipper on my jeans and I tried to crawl away, but he wasn't having it. He pinned my arms down and did as he wished. It wasn't till I looked to the side that I saw guys filming the whole thing.

One caught my eye and paled. He took off and as soon as he ran, they all ran. Including Greg. I curled into fetal position and cried. During the time I was crying, a sheriff pulled up next to me.

"No, get away!" I yelled backing up.

"Whoa, whoa. I'm not gonna hurt you. Your parents called. You were supposed to be home thirty minutes ago and you didn't answer your phone. What's wrong?" He asked.

I looked at my phone and I had five missed calls from my mom.

"You don't look good. I'll give you a ride home," he said.

"I can't go home," I pleaded.

"Your parents seem to really love you," he said.

"They do, but their worst fear came true," I said as I started to hyperventilate.

"Come on. It'll be okay," he said and he finally got me into the back of his police cruiser.

When we made it to my house, my parents ran outside. Shakily, I stepped out of the cruiser and my mom paled. She knew. She wrapped me in a hug and my dad joined in. I don't remember what time the sherif left, but next thing I knew, the three of us were in my room, talking about what happened. I couldn't stop crying.

"Mom," I sniffled. "What if I'm pregnant?"

"Then we'll make it work," she stroked my hair.

"I don't wanna go to school. It was filmed. People are gonna make fun of me," I hyperventilated again and my mom rubbed my back and my dad didn't say a word.

"Who filmed it?" Dad asked.

"Aden, stop it. We'll go to the school tomorrow and sort it out," Mom said.

"I wanna go to sleep," I finally said.

They left and I hid under my blankets and went to sleep.