I walked down the school corridors with buoyancy that had not been there in months. I felt so different, so much more hidden. I was scared to death, of course, of walking down these halls, where just months ago I had been so publicly humiliated. I still was, but not quite so badly. I was still greeted with sniggers, pathetic put-downs and evil stares, but at least there weren't photos of my half-naked body plastered all around the school, headlined with words like 'Slag' and 'Slut.' And at least people were over those pathetic jokes; 'Pop 'em out Poppy!' or 'Nice pups Pop!". I still couldn't get my head around what they had done to me. I had trusted them so much, loved them with all my heart, and they had broken me so completely; shattered my confidence and severed my ego. Suddenly, I stopped still with such a jolt I should have flown backwards ten feet, but I was frozen where I was, a flashback clouding all other thoughts I had….

It was Friday, 6th February. I knew this date so well. It was late at night, and completely black outside. It was my 16th birthday, and my parents were away, so I was having a party. People were dotted all around my house randomly, mostly drinking highly vodka-spiked punch- some not even bothering and just drinking straight from the Grey Goose bottle- or smoking roll ups that smelt suspiciously like joints. Music was blasting so loud through my docking station the floor was vibrating, and everyone was enjoying themselves. I was having the best night of my life. I was the most popular girl in school, everyone loved me, I had a beautiful house, amazing friends, the coolest presents. I had everything I could ever dream of. Feeling extremely content with myself, I walked upstairs, sub-consciously looking for Scarlet or Tom, since I hadn't seen them all night. There were people everywhere; on my staircase, my landing, in my parents room. I shooed them all away, then carried on looking.
"Scarlet? Tom?" I shouted, opening doors just to find empty rooms, or random-ers making out on the floor. I felt uneasy not having them by my side; I wasn't used to being alone. Tonight was supposed to be the night, when Tom and I were going to physically pledge our love to each other. It was going to be mind-blowingly, earth-shatteringly, amazingly romantic, and filled with love, lust and passion. Of course, we had been dating for almost a year now, and already been pretty far, but every time we had come too close Tom had told me to wait, to be patient, to make sure it was special. He said that your first time should be with someone you love, and that what we had was special, so our first time should be too. I knew for a fact that he wasn't a virgin, he was 17 for Christs sake, but I had never admitted to him that I wasn't either. I mean, a bit of sweaty messing around in a shed when you're 14 is hardly the most lady-like attire. However, things with Tom were different. I was completely and utterly in love with him, and knew that he was my forever and always. As for Scarlet, I just had to find her. She always calmed me down, was basically my best friend in the world, and ALWAYS helped in a fashion crisis. I could only imagine what she had picked out for me to wear that night, but I knew it would be something raunchy, sexy and uber expensive. Especially if the party dress she had picked out for me tonight was anything to go by. I could barely walk in my skin-tight, corset Chanel dress as it was, even without the four inch Jimmy Choos. If only I could have found her right then, she would have helped me so much. I looked up to Scar in so many ways. She was just so perfect. Okay, so I was the 'Queen' of the School so to speak, but Scarlet had always been one of the most popular, liked people there and always would be. Afterall, what was not to like? She was fun, bubbly, BEAUTIFUL and amazingly stylish. Her make-up was always minimilistic yet flawless; soft, subtle eyeliner, a tiny stroke of blush and shiny lipgloss, her long, cherry-red hair always perfectly straight and swingy. Her clothes were her pride and joy, and you rarely, if ever, saw her in anything that didn't have a designer label on the inside tag. She wore the most amazing outfits, and never left home without this season's Prada clutch or Loubiton heels. Scarlet Appalonia Berringworth was the best friend anyone could wish for. Sometimes I wondered why I was Queen and she wasn't. I was feeling more anxious than ever about finding the two most important people in my life at that moment, but was desperate for a wee. Weighing the two necessities against each other, I knew which one was more urgent, and ran to my room as fast as was possible in a tighter-than-tight corset and huge high heels. Feeling like I was going to burst I barged through the numbers of couples hanging around upstairs and quickly keyed my pin into the electronic door lock. I wasn't worried about anyone being in my room because there were only two other people who knew this code, since it was the date and month of their birthdays. But when I got inside, I heard loud moans and noises. Thats odd, I thought, but shrugged it off, figuring it was probably just some couple in the hallway. Moving quickly towards my en suite bathroom, I was just about to turn the handle when I heard the four little words that made me stop dead in my tracks.
"I love you, S," came the low, husky voice that I recognized so well.
"I love you too, baby. Now shut up and kiss me," replied a soft, girly voice that I also knew like my own. Fuelled by too much vodka, morbid curiosity, sort-of anger and the desperate desire to pee, I burst through the heavy white door...

I bet you can guess what happened next, right?

To find my gorgeous boyfriend and wonderful best friend ON TOP OF EACH OTHER!
"I can't believe you!" I screamed, tears filling my eyes and spilling down my heavily made-up face.
"Hey, hey, Pop, baby, don't cry! We can explain...." Tom started, jumping up from underneath Scarlet and rushing over to me. Scarlet was smoothing out her dress and walking over to me too.
"Poppy, babe, it isn't what it looks like. Wait, that was so gay. Of course it's what it looks like. Tom, why don't we just come clean? I'm fed up of this... of her, always getting in the way. We love each other, and thats all that matters. Nothing in the world can change that," Scarlet said, whilst she exchanged a soppy, intense stare-down with Tom.
All toilet needs forgotten, I was stood in the middle of this love-fest, wondering how I hadn't spotted it before. It was so obvious. All of a sudden, a huge wave of nausea came over me. Okay, so maybe there was one toilet need still there.