Lenore was in detention, again, and drawing, when Lee walked in.

"Lenore, about Friday night…" Lee sighed "I'm not into Brandy." He sat on her desk. "I'm not into Tina, either…"

"What?" Lenore looked up.

Lee smirked. "No…I'm in love with you." He smirked even more.

Lenore breathed heavily. Lee pulled her into standing position, and mashed his lips onto hers, moving his hands onto her waist, holding her tight, offering her security, safety, the warmth and love she'd never had in a relationship prior, but had longed oh so desperately. He was giving her, her greatest desire. Him. She wanted to cry tears of joy…She gripped his shirt, she needed him. And the kiss…It was so warm, and sweet it didn't even feel real-BECAUSE IT WASN'T!

Lenore suddenly shook awake. She was met with an unfamiliar pink ceiling; she knew this wasn't her room. She turned to see an unfamiliar guy next to her fast asleep. She realized, she was barely covered by a sheet, and under that sheet…she was naked. She groaned.

It happened again. She remembered the party, and now she remembered hooking up with this guy.

She'd been sitting down, when he sat next to her. All he did was say "hey", and somehow it turned into making out, and then, the boy took her to what she assumed was Brandy's room, and it went straight to fucking.

Just another meaningless guy, that she had meaningless sex with. Sure, there was nothing wrong with hookups with no deeper commitment, but that's not what Lenore wanted for herself.

This is what her life had become. Here she was. She was only 15, and her life had become the circle of whoredom. She started crying. She got out of bed, and wrapped the sheet around her body. She needed to find her clothes. She sniffled more, the tears blocking her vision. She eventually found her clothes, and put them on. She headed home.

She cried more, when she got there.

She wanted to prove to herself, and more importantly, to Lee, that she wasn't what others said she was. But that hookup last night was a mistake. Now that she thought of it, most of her hookups were mistakes. Why did it take Lee Ping to realize it?

Oh, she knew. It's because, for some reason she couldn't quite place, she had some weird kind of obsession with him.

What was it about him? He was so tall…And handsome as hell…Dammit don't get mushy!

Corona walked in.

"Lenore, I heard you crying…Are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine…" she sniffled.

"You don't sound fine." Corona sat on the edge of Lenore's bed.

"Okay, fine! I'm not okay!" Lenore snapped.

Corona frowned.

"I-I'm sorry…Ugh! I'm a mess!" Lenore hugged her knees.

"What's wrong?"

Lenore internally panicked. What should she tell Corona? Well…she could say it's a boy…that won't give it all away…

"It's a boy." She stated flatly.

"Oh. I don't have any experience with that…" Corona frowned more. "Though I kinda wonder what it'd be like to have a boyfriend…" she sighed dreamily.

"A lot of trouble." Lenore just cried more.

Corona hugged Lenore. "Don't worry, it'll be okay."

"No it won't!" Lenore sobbed more.

Corona frowned again. "Do you want to be alone?"

"Yes."

Corona sighed and left the room.

Lenore spent the rest of the day, in bed, crying.

Maybe the new week would offer her some peace…just maybe….