"Bailey!! Wake up!" I wake up because of my mom's loud voice. It's Monday and I don't feel like going to school. I get out of bed and go to the bathroom.

After a shower, I dress up in blue jeans and a grey oversize shirt with my black vans. I also take a pullover, just in case. Going downstairs, I see my mom rushing to put everything in her bag. "Why the rush?" She turns and looks at me. "I have an important meeting with a very big client today and I'm running late. " She says as she flings her bag over her shoulder. "I won't be able to drop you off in school. You should hurry since you'll have to take the bus. Or your motorcycle. " She says and kisses my cheek. "See you in the evening?" And off she goes. I sigh and make my way to the kitchen. There's no ready-made breakfast, but there's money for lunch. I remove the left over food from last night and warm it up.

The bus approaches the school and I sigh heavily. Even though I woke up relaxed, it seems it was just that I was at home. School has more eyes, ears, mouths and misunderstandings than the house. Another sigh escapes my lips as I get down of the bus and make my way to school.

I make my way to my locker, but not without being stared at, pointed at or 'accidentally' pushed over by some girls. It seems that what happened last week hasn't died down yet. Great.

I remove my needed books and make my way to my first class.

It's time for lunch and I'm still stared at. But this time, I'm really being stared at. Not indirectly anymore. I'm getting looks of confusion, hatred and a few with pity. I mentally sigh. They must be thinking 'why did she do that? Did she think she had a chance?! What a loser. Pathetic. ' I feel like I'm only making myself more depressed. So, I stop trying to think about what they were thinking. I make my way to the cafeteria. It was worse in here. I force myself to not look around as I make my way to the line. I get my food and take a sit at an empty table. As I'm about to dig in, a hand slams the table, shocking me. I look up to see Charlotte. Fear and uneasiness wash over me. She smirks. "Your the girl that was going after my boyfriend, aren't you?" I look at her shocked. I didn't know Cameron had a girlfriend. If I had known, I wouldn't have done that. "I didn't know he had a girlfriend... " She laughs a dry laugh. "You didn't know? Strange cause everyone knows his mine. Anyways," She says and looks me up and down. Well, only the part that shows my upper body. My legs are under the table. "How did you even start talking to him?" I wanted to answer as she interrupts me. "Did you bribe him or something? I mean, there's no other way." As she said that, the whole cafeteria went dead silent. "That's not true." I wanted to shout, but it came out more like a whisper. "Then what?" I didn't respond. "No answer? Fine." She says and takes my juice and throws it on me. I gasp. "You deserved that." She said and walked away. I feel my hair that is slowly starting to stick. I grab the bread on my plate, my bag and ran out of there.

I tried to wash out the Stickiness out, but not all came out. I had to go thru the day smelling like juice and being laughed at by others.

As I plop on my bed, after washing my hair and dressing up in shorts and my pink sportbra and a loose tank, I take a book out of my shelve to read.

I put my book down, to get food, as I notice it's already 7PM. As I'm making way to the kitchen, the doorbell rings. Mom has her key, why would she ring the bell. Panicking, I take a soup pot and made my ay towards the front door. I open it carefully, ready to hit whoever is at the door at this hour. I opened the door slightly and pushed my head out to see who it was. There was a man standing outside of it. He was around 6 foot tall and making me defeated before I even fought him. "Hello, can I help you?" I ask. "Is this miss Chorlanie's house?" I nod slightly. "Who are you?" He looks taken a back. "I might look older, but I haven't changed much." I stare at home blankly. "You don't remember me?" He asks with sadness written all over his face. "Who are you and why should I remember you?" "I'm Jasper Gèantan." The name doesn't ring a bell. As I'm about to answer, I hear mom's voice. "Jasper..?" We both turned to look at her. "Omg, it is you, Jasper." She said as she walked over to us. "Rosie!" He replied and the hugged each other.