"That's her…she slept with Noelle Lange's boyfriend

"That's her…she slept with Noelle Lange's boyfriend."

"I heard Noelle put a hit out on her."

"No way. Noelle is PISSED. If she wanted to kill her she would have done it already."

"I'm surprised she's kept her head about all of this."

"Yeah, but it won't be long before all of that bottled-up anger explodes right out of her."

"Oh man! I really hope I'm there to see that."

Yet another conversation I overheard from the back of the classroom. Another conversation having to do with me. Me. And Dash. Together. On tape. Sent to every student and faculty on the Easton campus. Everyone knew my secret, and now because of that mistake, I was known as the sluttiest girl in school, and no one wanted to be seen with me now.

These girls weren't the nastiest conversation I had overheard. Oh no. This was probably one of the mildest group of gossipers I had heard in the week since the party. And the night that changed my life.

Josh still hated me. Noelle was very, very, very pissed. And Constance and Sabine wouldn't even look at me anymore. Sabine couldn't avoid me forever though. Being her roommate, she would have to talk to me eventually. I didn't care if it was just to ask me if she could borrow my shampoo, I wanted her to at least acknowledge the fact that I still existed.

Class ended and that marked the end of the day. Now all I would have to do was make my way back to Billings and try to ignore the whispers from my peers. Even those cocky freshmen were talking about me. People who I didn't think I'd ever seen before were gossiping about mine and Dash's rendezvous.

I stared at the rocky path leading to the circle of dorms in an attempt to avoid the stares from my classmates. Usually they all kept a good distance away from me, making it easier to not hear the talk about me. You'd think these people would find another scandal to talk about, but nope. The spotlight was on me, and I think I was developing a case of stage fright.

Once I got to the stairs, I sprinted the rest of the way to my room and closed the door behind me. The room was empty. My computer's screensaver glowed with pictures of my life when it was still good. Me and Josh flashed on the screen; followed by me and Noelle hugging; then Sabine and me sticking our tongues out at the camera at a party. I dropped my bag on the floor near my bed and dragged my feet over to the computer. I moved the mouse around to get rid of the memories of what I had lost, to get to my desktop. And it didn't stop there. Another picture of me and the rest of the Billings girls; all of whom were no longer speaking to me.

Then the computer bleeped. And after I realized that I actually wasn't in the middle of having a heart attack, I clicked on my email button. There was a new email. From Dash McCafferty himself.

Goody.

The email's subject line read, "Long Overdue". Long overdue? I really had no idea what more Dash would want from me. I was angry with him. How could he let me almost sleep with him when he wasn't even drunk? He knew Josh loved me, and he was Josh's best friend. What kind of a person does that? And to make matters worse, he didn't even try to contact me up until now. I had hardly even talked to him since the night of the Legacy, excluding the part when we talked right after everyone discovered what a whore I was.

I thought about deleting the email because I didn't think he could screw up my life any more, but then I thought I really had nothing to lose by opening it. So I took a chance, and I clicked on the email.

"Dear Reed,"…