I feel a hand touch my shoulder as I shove my books into my locker, I startle at the sudden touch, my hands clam up. Slight relief floods inside of me as I see Toby standing there with a lazy smile on his face.

'Dude, I just wanted to check that you where okay. Emma was totally out of fucking line yesterday; your sexual life is your business. Nothing makes you a slut.'

Part of me wanted to scream at him and correct him, to tell him that it wasn't what it appeared to be. But the more logical side of me knew, that he was just trying to make me feel better, he had no idea what I've been through.

I give him a small smile, which is filled with genuine gratitude, 'Thanks Tobes, I'm fine though. Honestly.'

I'm not, I'm not fine at all.

But Toby didn't deserve to be burdened with the thoughts that where slowly consuming me, no-one did.

His smile widens, 'Dude, you just called me Tobes! We are like actual friends now, nickname basis and everything. I was actually starting to worry you didn't like me.'

I laugh slightly, 'Why wouldn't I like you?'

He shrugs, 'Because I'm the school stoner?'

'I don't listen to the shit others say.'

'See, I knew there was a reason why I wanted us to become friends. '

My heart warms slightly, I glance around for a second, 'Uh, is Lucas okay? You know about the break-up.'

'Nah, he's pretty pissed off with Emma, after we left apparently, she came back knocking on his door screaming, and then she said some shitty stuff about Scarlett.'

'Well, good riddance to the bitch is all, I'll say.'

Toby laughs loudly as he claps his hands, 'Honestly, I thought you were going to slap her at one point, I'm a little disappointed you didn't.'

I shrug, 'I'm disappointed in myself as well.'

'Anyway, we're all going to this bonfire later, you in?'

I bit my lip, 'I don't know, I feel like after last night it might be a little awkward.'

The blonde shakes his head, 'Dude, it seriously won't be the same without you. You're one of us now.'

Fuck.

I'm one of them now.

If you would have told me this a few months ago, I would have laughed in your face, extremely hard. But now, I actually felt a small twinge of pride.

Fuck, what is actually fucking happening to me?

'Y-Yeah, sure. I'll come.'

The rest of the day is a blur, I couldn't help but hear Emma's words circulating around my head. People thought I willingly had a threesome with Kyle and Will. And now I was labelled as a Slut.

What if word gets around?

What if people start asking me questions?

I honestly wouldn't care if that was the truth, if that was actually what happened. But it wasn't, and I wished every day since, that it was.

All I want is to scream.

I want to scream until there is no oxygen left in my lungs.

A sharp wave of nausea washes over me, as I walk towards Scarlett's car. Lucas is leant against it, waiting, with a cigarette hanging loosely in his lips. I clench my fists together, in an attempt to stop them from shaking, I didn't want him to know how much it was affecting me.

Fuck.

I can't do this.

'You're awfully quite today, princess.'

I shrug, 'Just tired.'

That wasn't exactly a lie, I barely got any sleep last night. Constant nightmares would awake me from any slumber, I actually managed to get.

'You aren't a slut.' He whispers, it was almost inaudible.

I tense at his words as I shake my head, 'I-I don't care.'

'Whether you care or not, you aren't a slut.'

Luckily Scarlett comes skipping over, with a large grin plastered on her face, 'Hello, beautiful people.'

Lucas snorts, 'How are you even more chipper than usual today?'

She shrugs, 'I'm just happy.'

We all wordlessly climb into the car, I fidget with the hem of my seatbelt to try and distract myself from the thoughts that were threatening to creep back in.

'Toby, said you're coming to the bonfire! I'm so glad.' Scarlett cries out as she glances at me in the rear-view mirror.

Lucas turns around to look at me, 'I won't be driving tonight, we're going to get an Uber.'

'Which automatically means, you are staying at our house! Because I refuse to let you go home on your own.'

I snort, they really are siblings, 'Thank you for your forced invitation to a sleepover.'

Scarlett raises her eyebrows, 'It isn't an invitation, it's a demand.'

'How come you aren't driving dick-breath?'

He scoffs loudly at the nickname, 'For once, I'm actually drinking. I'm fed up with the being designated driver.'

'I bet you're such a fucking annoying drunk.'

'He really is.'

The dark-haired boy glares at his sister, 'Says you, you end up crying to everyone about how much you love them.'

'Well, I really do love everyone.'

Once, I'm dropped off I rush straight towards my bedroom. I really couldn't be fucked to deal with my mom or her boyfriend today. I just need some solitude before I have to act okay for an entire evening.

It's beginning to become exhausting, pretending to be something I'm not.

Pretending, that I'm not broken.

I let out a shaky breath as a slide down my bedroom door, hot tears roll down my face. I pull my knees to my chest; sobs begin to rack throughout my body.

I've been holding in my tears all day, and I really just needed to let it out.

Please, I just want all of this pain to go away.

Scarlett texts me to inform me that their Uber is going to pick me up on route to the bonfire, I nod to myself as I try and pull myself together, so I can get ready.

I stalk towards my wardrobe, as I eye up my choices, all I know is that I want to be completely covered, I didn't want any skin on show at all. I pull out my black flared pants and a large emerald-green vintage sweatshirt.

This will have to do.

The second, I'm in my outfit, I make my way towards my mirror, my aim is to ensure that there was no evidence of my breakdown from earlier. I try to fix my appearance until I receive another message, to tell me that the Uber is outside.

Wow, thanks for the heads up Scar.

I grab my backpack, which has my stuff for sleeping over inside before darting out of the front door, part of me wishes, that I was able to say goodbye to my mom, but I know that if she saw me dressed so conservatively it would wind up with me getting a lecture about how men only want one thing, and I'd never get it dressed like this.

I climb into the car, the second I'm inside Scarlett flashes me a bright smile, I look at her attire, as usual her outfit choice is as bright as her personality. I return her smile once I've buckled my seatbelt.

I peer around her slightly, so I can sly eye up Lucas' outfit because as much as I hate to admit, the boy can dress. He can dress pretty fucking good. He's wearing black joggers, a beige coloured hoodie with a black-denim jacket over the top, his rings are on show as he types furiously at his phone.

'You look so pretty, as usual!' Scarlett chirps as her eyes scan me.

My heart warms, no-matter who we were with or what the occasion was, she never failed to make sure that she complimented me.

Lucas frowns as he looks up from his phone, 'Sammy isn't coming, apparently he's sick.'

I narrow my eyes in suspicion, 'He seemed fine in English.'

What was going on with you Sammy?

The blonde next to me bites the inside of her cheek, 'I hope he's okay, I feel awful leaving him out. I'll make him some homemade soup in the morning, that always does the trick!'