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Friday wasn't any better than Thursday. Mostly, nothing had happened. Jane still sat at the same table she had sat at before and no one noticed. Of course Catherine had to remind Jane that she had a surprise planned for her at the football game. How could Jane forget? She wanted to forget, but her mind and Catherine wouldn't let her. Rory still decided to not talk to her. Whenever she attempted to start a conversation with him, he would just reply with one word answers and stare at the desk. She would walk quickly out of the classroom ignoring him so that way he would know how it feels. He didn't notice though. She was back to square one where nobody noticed her unless they threw something at her or shouted insults at her. That really sucked. All of her progress was destroyed by her "friends" curiosity and by a snotty cheerleader that made it her life ambition to destroy Jane's life because of something that Jane didn't even do. She couldn't vent to anyone because she was still mad at her parents and chances were that her mother would ignore her completely and say that she should have put her on meds. She just worked on her project downstairs crying. Crying was her only way of venting. She worked on her project all night from Friday night to Saturday morning. To keep her awake and her brain functioning, she would sneak out of the house and buy a couple of cappuccinos. They managed to work all night, but once the morning light shone through the basement windows, she passed out. What woke her was a beeping sound coming from her cell phone. She picked it up. She had gotten a text message. Who would text her? She opened the text message and read it, a frown immediately appearing on her face.

Don't forget about the surprise. I can't wait to see your face tonight.

-Catherine

Jane contemplated throwing her phone at the wall, but she didn't want to break it. How did Catherine get her number? She was starting to get freaked out. Did Catherine really have that many ties? Jane didn't tell anyone her number. Now, she really didn't want to go the football game. If she didn't, Catherine's friends would beat up her friends and she wouldn't be able to deal with that. The football game was tonight at seven and butterflies were forming in Jane's stomach. She realized that the butterflies were hunger. She decided to walk upstairs and get something to eat. She walked into the kitchen to see if anybody was in there. Unfortunately, her mom was in there. She was about to go back down to the basement, but her mom saw her before she could.

"You must have been working hard," her mom said to her. "It's two in the afternoon."

"It's two," Jane asked. She didn't even pay attention to the clock on her phone while she was reading the text message.

"Yeah," her mother said. "Are you hungry?"

"Very," Jane said her stomach growling in agreement.

"Do you want me to make you something," her mother asked.

"I got it," Jane said opening the cabinet and grabbing a couple of Poptarts. Her mother sat down at the table and watched her as she put the Poptarts on a plate and started walking back to the basement.

"Sit down here please," her mother demanded.

"Why," Jane asked.

"It wouldn't kill you," her mother said.

"It just might," Jane said snidely.

"Sit down," her mother demanded all hints of politeness gone. Jane sighed and sat down. "Are you okay? You look pale."

"I'm fine," Jane said quietly while eating.

"Are you sure," her mother asked.

"I'm sure," Jane replied. A long silence followed until her mother decided to break it.

"I'm sorry I told your friends about you," her mother apologized. "I was just worried about you and I thought your friends could help you through whatever obstacles you have at this new school. I thought they could help you more than I ever could if they understood. They care about you, Jane. They really do."

"They hate me," Jane said.

"I don't think they do," her mother said.

"You don't know them," Jane said.

"If they hated you, they wouldn't have taken their time to come over here and ask me about you," her mother said. "They do care about you. They don't think you're crazy."

"Do you think I'm crazy," Jane asked finally making eye contact with her mother.

"No," her mother said. "You've just been through a lot. You're a sweet person. You don't to be fixed or need reprogramming. You're fine just the way you are. I love you and I hope you love me. I know I've made you angry and I'm sorry."

Jane started at her mother for a long amount of time before doing something unexpected. She stood up, walked over to her mother, and hugged her. She hugged her as tightly as she could. Tears spilled over Jane's cheeks and fell onto the back of her mother's shirt.

"I love you too, mom," Jane said quietly. "I'm sorry that I seem like I'm mad all the time. I just have a lot on my mind. And just know that if anything changes, I will always love you."

"I'll always love you too," her mother said starting to cry as well. They pulled away after what seemed like hours of hugging. Jane smiled and it felt good. She finished her breakfast and headed back downstairs. She didn't even work on her project for a couple of hours. She was too busy smiling. Her smile dissipated when she looked at the clock on her phone and saw that it was six thirty. The nervous feeling started in her stomach as she walked upstairs. She asked her mother if she could drive her to the school. She said yes and they got into the car. Jane could have walked, but she didn't want to walk at night. The butterflies grew larger and larger as she was driven to the school. She thanked her mom for the ride once they had gotten there and stepped out. Her mother waved at her and she waved back trying to not show her mom that she was nervous. There were tons of people there gathered together in their cliques. She just walked through hoping that nobody would notice her. Most of the school was on the bleachers. She didn't see an available seat. Then again, she didn't look very hard. She just sat down on the grass and wrapped her arms around herself. The sweatshirt she was wearing didn't keep the cold out at all. She tried to focus on the football game, but it was hard considering the many thoughts that were going through her head. Suddenly, somebody put a hand on her shoulder startling her.

"It's just me," Sarah said surprised at Jane's reaction.

"What are you doing talking to me," Jane asked. "I thought you were mad at me."

"I'm over it," Sarah said. "You look lonely. Come sit with us."

"Does us include Ethan, Benny, and Rory," Jane asked.

"Yeah," Sarah said hesitantly.

"I don't think so," Jane said.

"Come on," Sarah said. "I don't want you to sit alone."

"Why do you care," Jane asked.

"I just do," Sarah said. "We're friends, right?" Jane smiled even though she didn't want to. So Sarah was still her friend. This day was actually pretty good.

"Okay," Jane said. "I'll come, but if your friends make any comments about me being in a straitjacket, I'm leaving."

"Deal," Sarah said smiling. "I'll kick them extra hard for you."

"Good," Jane said laughing. Jane followed Sarah over to her spot on the bleachers. Just like she thought, Ethan, Benny, and Rory was sitting there. To Jane's surprise, Erica was also there.

"Hey, guys," Sarah said to them. "Guess who I brought."

"The psycho," Benny asked glaring at Jane. Jane started to slowly inch away, but Sarah saw her and grabbed her arm. They both sat down.

"Nobody is calling her that," Sarah said. "Got it?" They nodded. Jane just sat there with them all nervous feeling gone. She couldn't stop herself from smiling again. She just watched the football game. She didn't really like watching sports, but this was kind of interesting. It was halftime before she realized it. Rory stood up and said he was going to get nachos. Benny and Ethan went with him. The only ones that were left were Jane, Sarah, and Erica. Sarah and Erica started whispering to each other about something. Jane just watched everybody that was on the field. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She read the text message.

Meet me at the back of the school. Make sure none of your friends follow you.

-Catherine

All happiness was gone. Jane stood up and told Sarah that she had to go to the restroom. She walked out of the bleachers and started walking to the back of the school. It was dark back there with almost no light. She was scared, but she didn't want to admit. How bad could Catherine or her jock friends hurt her on school property? She made it to the back of the school and looked around. She stood there for at least five minutes looking around for anyone that might be there. She didn't see anybody. She sighed in relief and was about to walk back to civilization until she heard a voice that she thought she would never hear again in her life.

"Hey, Jane," the voice said. She turned around to see him. James. Catherine's boyfriend.

"What are you doing here," Jane asked scared out of her mind.

"You're not happy to see me," James asked smirking.

"I don't know what game you're trying to play, but I don't want to find out," Jane said confidently. "I'm leaving." Jane started to walk back to the bleachers, but Catherine's jock friends suddenly came out of the shadows. The only way to go was past James.

"You're the game, Jane," he said with a scary grin on his face. Jane's senses were on high alert. She did the only thing she could do. Hoping that someone would hear her, she screamed as loud as she could and for as long as she could until James put his hand on her mouth. Jane didn't know that someone had heard that scream. James threw her to the ground. She started crawling away, but James grabbed her leg and pulled her back. She screamed again causing James to slap her. She stared in shock at him remembering what had happened before. She came to her senses and screamed again. He slammed her head into the ground causing her to almost lose consciousness. A voice yelled before he could hit her again.

"Hey," Sarah yelled. "Get off of her right now!" Rory, Benny, and Ethan were with her.

"What are you going to do about it," James asked. Sarah smirked. One of the jocks moved towards Sarah. She was quicker and punched him. She kicked him into the trash cans. The other jock attempted to punch her, but she grabbed his arm and kicked him in the stomach causing him to fall down and hold his stomach. James, surprised, got off of Jane and stood up backing away from them. Benny walked over to the jock that was by the trashcans. He gave him a slight kick.

"Boo yah," Benny yelled at him. "Be afraid."

Jane backed away from all of them and wrapped her arms around knees and started crying. All of them glared at James.

"You are one feisty chick," James said to Sarah.

"Shut up," Sarah yelled.

"Just because you can throw a punch-," James started.

"And a kick," Ethan interrupted him happy that they were winning.

"Doesn't mean that you can fight me," James continued with that arrogant smirk on his face.

"Maybe not," a voice said behind him. "But I can."

The voice was Erica and before anyone knew it, she had his arm twisted behind his back.

"Let go of me," he yelled.

"What's the magic word," Erica asked.

"Please," James yelled.

"The magic word is uncle, idiot," Erica said.

"Uncle, uncle, uncle," he yelled. Erica let go of his arm. He glanced at all of them one more time before running away like a baby. The two jocks ran after him. They all briefly celebrated their moment of victory until they heard sobbing. They all walked over to Jane. Jane's cell phone was beside her. It had fallen out of her pocket as she had crawled away. It buzzed. Sarah picked it up and read the text message from Catherine.

I warned you to not let your friends defend you. This is the price you pay.

-Catherine

All of their cell phones went off. Sarah took out hers. Some kind of video was sent to her. It was sent to all of them. They all pressed play and watched.