Monday is here. I'm trekking to school with Troy beside me. He's not talked much since yesterday. "What's up Troy?" I ask. Troy digs his hands in the black hoodie he's wearing. "I'm worried about the project that's all." I have a feeling he's lying. "Come on, you're smart. Since when do projects bother you?" "What do you think is bothering me?" he snaps suddenly. "the fact that you went out, got wasted and gave Trent the burden of driving you home. Why were you so irresponsible? Why didn't you tell me?" I knew something was up. 

Now that Trent is gone, I can snoop around every corner in his house. There is one particular room I want to get into.  The Trophy Room.  I want to know why he doesn't like it when people enter. Is it because it has too many gold medals and trophies that he thinks someone would be tempted to steal them? My curiosity gets the best of me as I rush upstairs and open the door to the trophy room. I wonder why Trent doesn't lock it If he doesn't want people inside.  I get inside the room and I'm startled. It's just an empty room. Okay, it has hundreds of medals hanging on the wall and golden trophies placed on the shelves but the remaining middle p

I knock the first time.   No response.   The second time.   Still, no response.   I'm fed up when I knock the third time and there's still no response.   I know he's inside. And I know he's up because the lights are on. He's just ignoring me.   "Troy! Troy!" I call out.   No response.   Okay! I'm done. I'm freezing outside trying to get a grown-ass man to stop sulking and talk to me. Fuck him for keeping me in the cold. Fuck me for allowing him to keep me in the cold.

My heart is racing. I'm slowly walking into the school compound. Everyone's eyes are on me. Some are whispering. Some are laughing. Some are cursing at me. "Whore!" I hear a crowd of guys curse at me. "Slut!" some mean girls sneer at me. "You should die!" "You are a disgrace!" "You should be ashamed of yourself!" I hear all manner of screams and insults as I pave my way into the class. Bruna is looking at me with a sorry look and I hate it. 

Jesse drops me at Trent's house after begging me countless times to unblock him through the whole drive. I keep forgetting to unblock him. But that doesn't matter now. I wonder how Melanie will react when she sees me. I pray, fingers crossed, that she doesn't remember me. I push the door open and I'm met by an uproar of laughter. Trent and Melanie are seated on the sofa, eating popcorn as they watch a movie. Trent is in his tracksuits and Melanie is wearing some ripped denim shorts and a white crop top. Damn! I'd kill to have her body and her flawless long legs. No wonder she's a model...  I've never seen Trent laughing so hard. Not even with Jesse and Marcus.He sees me and he immediately frowns. And guess what, Melanie is glaring at me. She remembers me.