(Song: Maybe, I'm Afraid by Lovely The Band)
Biology passes pretty quickly because we have a substitute teacher who didn't give us much work. When the bell rings, Evan and I walk to the cafeteria. We sit down at our usual table and our and our friends arrive shortly after.

"Hey," Kyle says, placing a kiss on my head and sitting down next to me.

"Hey," I say. I'm trying my best to cover my anxiety about meeting Kimmy and Dan after school. It seems to be working pretty well.

"Ellie! What part did you get?" Claire asks excitedly. I forgot I didn't tell them yet.

"Oh yeah! I'm Gabriella's Mom," I say with a smile.

"Nice. Who knew Harry styles' daughter would be just as talented as him," she says with a smile.

"Aw, thanks, Claire," I say.

This morning I was planning to eat all my lunch, but I decide just to eat the fruit because it is low in calories. Kimmy is right about what she said in the locker room. I'm fat and ugly. I don't deserve to eat. I eat slowly so my friends don't realize how little I eat.
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When school ends, Kyle meets me at my locker. "Hey, babe," he says, leaning against the wall and watching me pack up my backpack.

"Hi," I say and pop up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"I have my audition soon, so I have to go, but I thought I'd come say goodbye," he says.

I smile. "Good luck. You're going to do great," I tell him.

"Thank you. I'd really appreciate a good luck kiss though," he says and pulls me into his chest. He moves my head so I'm looking right at him and he lays his lips of mine. The kiss is quick, only about ten seconds, but it's perfect. I wonder what Harry would say.

"I love you," he whispers. Our faces were still close together. "I'll text you after the auditions."

"Love you too. And okay," I say.

Kyle and I both walk out separate ways to get to our destinations. His being the auditorium and mine, unfortunately, being the park. Once I get outside I see that I'm the only one left on school property. Makes sense though; I took a long time in there. I also texted all my friends saying that I would be staying after so they wouldn't be confused when I went to the park rather than my house.

I begin my slow trudge to the park, dreading each moment I would be spending with Kimmy and Dan. I know I have to do it though. If those pictures were released, everyone would see them, including Kyle and Harry. They would never forgive me if they found out I cut. They'd think I'm unthankful for everything they gave me.

I kick a small rock as I continue walking on the sidewalk to the park. Luckily I remember that I should text Harry to let him know I'm going to be late. 'Hey, Dad. I'm going to Claire's. Gotta work on some homework,' I text.

I finally reach the park and I hear my phone ding. 'Okay. Thanks for telling me,' he replies.

I slide my phone back into my pocket and look for Kimmy and Dan. I see them sitting on one of the benches, so I walk over. "H-hi," I stutter. Geez, what's with me and stuttering.

"Aw, are you nervous?" Kimmy ask with a pout. I shake my head slightly. "Well, great."

"A-what do you want from me?" I ask, trying to be confident.

"Well, you can start by sitting down," she scoffs. "And just remember, I have the pictures. I'm in charge of whether we send these to everyone in the school or not. Not you. Got it?"

I sit down on the bench across from them and nod my head. "O-okay," I whisper.

"Good, now take this," She says tossing me a bag.

I pick it up and look at what's inside. White powder. This can't be good. "Kimmy, I cant do drugs, please," I beg, tears brimming my eyes.

"Oh, relax, you baby. I'm not asking you to do drugs," she says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. If she isn't asking me to do them, what does she want me to do with them. "I want you to sell it," she says.

"Why-why me?" I ask wiping away a stray tear that left my eye.

Kimmy looks over at Dan. "You explain. I'm done with her stupidity," she says and rolls her eyes. I look over at Dan, but don't make eye contact because I'm too afraid to.

"Listen, whore. We need money, but we don't want to be caught, okay. I'm not jeopardizing our futures for this. You sell it. You get us the money. Do you understand?" he says quietly while leaning in so no one overhears him.

"Yes. I-I understand," I say, taking the bag and shoving it in my backpack so no one sees me with it.

"Give me your phone," Kimmy says. I look at her, scared. What does she want to do with my phone? "Oh my god. You know what, never mind. I'll just tell you my number if you don't trust me enough to type it in. What would I want to do with your phone?"

I sigh a little, knowing she won't be snooping around in my phone. I take it out of my pocket and look up to her to let her know I'm ready for her number.

"641-278-1019," She says. "That who you text when you have all the money. Okay?"

I nod my head.

"Good. Now we're going to go over how to sell it and who to sell it to. This will take a while, especially for you, since you're so incompetent," she says.

"Okay," I say. I can't believe this is what I'm getting myself into. All because of those stupid pictures. I wish she never took them in the first place.