Ophelia was laughing while she was walking, holding her phone to her ear and talking to Zach.

"Zach, I swear to god I didn't watch it. I don't know why it says resume on Netflix but it wasn't me."

Ophelia was out in the city by herself. Her mother had sent her to pick up a few things for her and Honor's upcoming DC trip, and some of the items had to be bought at bigger chain stores.

She had been able to find everything, and decided to stop at a coffee shop called Hamlin's that she had never tried before. While in line, Zach called her. He noticed a movie they wanted to watch together had already been started on his account, and accused her of starting it without him.

"Zach, I have my own account. Why would I have logged into yours just to watch that movie," she giggled.

She brought the phone down, and made her quick order before picking it back up.

She continued laughing as she said, "Zach, go ask your mom is something. I wouldn't do that to you. I swear."

Zach stepped away, and once he came back, he announced that it was, in fact, his mother that watched it.

"And do I get my apology?" she joked.

He apologized.

"Okay, I'll see you in a bit. I love you. Bye."

Ophelia waited for her coffee, all the while thinking about Zach. She sighed, happily. Things were going so well with him. She hoped they stayed that way.

They had been keeping their relationship to themselves. They would not hide from each other, but at school they did not hold hands or kiss. She wasn't ready for PDA yet, and Zach was okay with it because he didn't want to upset any of his friends. Or Montgomery. She didn't know why Zach still wanted to be friends with Montgomery. She knew he wanted to be able to still be teammates with him, but that didn't mean having to hang out with him outside of school.

"Iced caramel coffee for Olivia!" She heard a barista call out her order.

She went and grabbed it, making no attempt to correct her name. It was messed up far too many times for Ophelia to correct everyone.

She walked out of the coffee shop, and began walking back to her car. She got another notification, and looked down. It was a text from Zach.

'What time will you be able to come over? ?'

She smiled at his cute emojis. Looking down at her phone, she didn't see a man step out of the building she was passing.

"Shoot!" she yelled. She had ran straight into the man, and her cup collided with her body, bending the lid open and iced coffee splashing all over her shirt. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking! I'm sorry! Are you-"

She stopped suddenly, as she looked up, and locked eyes with Montgomery. She stumbled back, quickly.

"Jesus fucking Christ, O. That's cold as fuck." He patted down the bottom of his shirt, which also had been spilled on.

Ophelia was hesitant. "W-What are you doing here?"

She was nervous. She hadn't been with Montgomery alone since after her deposition, when she confronted him about the photo of him and Hannah in the clubhouse. What really happened in that photo was still a mystery to her, and she was scared to find out what it was.

Montgomery noticed her worry. He hadn't meant to scare her. She was the one who ran into him.

"Hey, calm down, I'm not going to fucking do anything."

He saw the distrust in her eyes.

Ophelia looked up. 'DR. BRIDGES COUNSELING'.

She glanced back at Montgomery. Montgomery followed her eye line, looking up at the sign as well.

"I know this place," she mentioned.

"Yeah," he said, "You said your parents went here a few times for marriage counseling."

Ophelia blushed, embarrassed that he knew that. But there was once a time they told each other everything. And they both had to live with the fact that there was someone else in the world, who was no longer a part of their lives, that carried their deepest, darkest secrets.

Ophelia wondered suddenly, "Are your parents here?"

She was excited, suddenly. Maybe his father was getting help with his anger. Maybe his mother wanted to be more loyal. Maybe his family was trying to become good and stay together.

"No," Montgomery told her. Now he was the one who looked nervous. "I've been going here, actually."

She raked her brain for reasons. Was it because of her? Did she handle the breakup so badly that he needed counseling because of it?

Montgomery watched her becoming more and more confused and concerned, so he explained further.

"I've been, um, taking Dr. Bridges's anger management course."

Ophelia was shocked. Completely stunned. Had Montgomery been arrested for something? Had he been forced to do this by judge? Or had he chosen it himself?

"You have?" she asked, still completely stunned. "S-Since when?"

Montgomery looked down at her shirt, and noticed the coffee still staining the red turtleneck she had on.

"Do you want to, maybe, let me buy you a new coffee? I can tell you about it."

Ophelia debated with herself.

"Okay."

"Zach, Zach, it's okay, just calm down."

"It's not fucking okay!"

Zach threw his bag at his car, chucking it with all his strength. It hit the side of his car hard. He didn't bother zipping it shut, so contents fell out freely. The dead rodent now laying dead on the cement.

"Jesus, what are you doing?" Ophelia asked him.

He scoffed, angry and loud. "Someone guts a fucking animal in my bag and you want to know what I'm doing?"

Ophelia stood next to her boyfriend, watching his chest rise up and down with angry breaths.

"Hey," she said, grabbing onto him. "It's okay. Just take a deep breath. We'll figure out who it is."

"How the fuck are we gonna do that?" He asked her. "I testify in one fucking day and I'm getting this shit!" He went and kicked his bag that was on the ground, sending it flying.

"It's a threat, okay, I'll admit it's a threat. But it's a cowardly one," she insisted. "They didn't do anything to you just messed up your stuff."

Zach pulled the small pocket book out of his back pocket. He didn't care that the blood smeared on his clothes. "Then what the fuck is this?"

Ophelia focused her eyes on the book. Hamlet.

"So?"

Zach opened the book. "There's a fucking bookmark in here. Guess what fucking page it's on?"

Ophelia just shook her head, unknowing.

"Fucking-Fucking Act 4. Scene 7. The character Ophelia fucking drowns. Ophelia is dead. Do you understand why that is freaking me the fuck out?"

Ophelia took the book from him and dropped it on the ground. She took both of Zach's hands.

He continued, "I don't understand why the fuck this is happening? I wasn't even going to say shit about Bryce!"

"I'm sorry," she told him. "But, look, the same kind of thing happened to Alex and Jessica and i think if we just stay calm-"

"How am I supposed to stay fucking calm if someone's threatening to fucking kill you!"

"Maybe that's not what it was!" she tried, "They're probably just scaring you! I haven't gotten anything!"

Zach pulled away from her. He went over and slammed his fists into the top of his car, and then fell onto it, exhausted.

Ophelia came up behind him, cautiously.

"Hey, it's going to be okay."

Truthfully, Ophelia was terrified that someone did this to Zach, and that someone brought her name into it. But she couldn't bare seeing Zach so freaked out. She wanted to help him any way she could.

"Look, it's not like I'm going places alone," she told him. "I go to school, I see you, and I go home. I don't go places where I can get hurt."

Zach didn't turn to face her, but his words alone showed his anger. "You think they fucking care? This shit happened at school, O."

Ophelia hugged him from behind, resting her head on his back. "This will all be over after the trial, okay? Just a week or two at most. I'll be careful. I promise, Zach."

Zach turned around, and hugged her tightly. "You know I love you, right, O?"

"Of course. I love you, Zach."

Tony was walking with Justin when the call came in. It was the middle of a school day, and they were walking outside while everyone was supposed to be in school. This was so they didn't risk anyone seeing Justin.

Justin, who they recently found in Oakland, was their secret weapon in the Baker's case. And it only worked if he stayed a secret.

Justin was talking on and on about something that happened at school just before he left when Tony's phone started ringing, he was trying to convince Tony that it wouldn't be a bad thing for him to go back to school, or for people to know he was there.

"Hello?" He picked up without even nothing to see who was calling. Clay was supposed to get Justin over twenty minutes ago, and he assumed it was just him calling to tell him why he was late.

"Hey."

The feminine voice caught him off guard. Tony pulled the phone away to look at the caller ID. Ophelia.

"Hey, is everything alright?" He asked her. Last time he checked, she was angry at him. He worried what happened to make her call.

"Yeah! Yeah! I just..." A pause. "I haven't seen you at school today. Are you here?"

Tony frowned. Why was she looking for him? "Not currently."

"Oh. Okay."

Her tone made him even more worried. "Do you need me to be there?"

"No!" she said quickly, "I was just wondering."

While he was speaking on the phone, he didn't notice Justin take off the hood of his jacket, or the familiar car pull up.

"My dad told me to remind you about dinner tonight."

"Of course. I didn't forget." As the car passed, with the Liberty High flags on it, he finally noticed.

"And, um, I wanted to know if you could-"

"Oh shit," he said, as it finally registered. "Fuck! I gotta go, Ophelia. I'll call you back."

Tony quickly hung up the phone. "Does that car look familiar to you?" He asked Justin.

Justin looked over to see the car stopping at a stop sign. It then stayed there, unmoving. "Who's is it?"

"I don't know," Tony told him, "But obviously they go to our school."

Tony started walking back towards Clay's house quickly. "You got your wish. Everybody's gonna know you're back."

On the other end of the call, Ophelia felt embarrassed. She hadn't been good to Tony, and she had no right to ask him for a favor.

She had called him to ask if he would go with her to confront Montgomery about the threats people have been receiving. She had a hunch in the back of her mind that it was him. He had been in Mr. Rems class, he had been in the locker room for baseball, and he was a fucking psycho. It all added up in her mind.

Part of her was relieved Tony hadn't been able to come. She didn't deserve a favor from him, but she knows he would have given her one anyway.

"Were you on the phone?" Zach asked, coming up behind her.

"Yeah, just reminding Tony about dinner tonight," she said, trying to tell as much truth as she could.

"I'll be there too," he told her, "My mom will be home tonight with May."

She smiled, "Thats great."

Zach said, "I've gotta go, but I'll see you at lunch, okay?"

"Yeah, for sure," she told him. She watched him walk over. He looked back four times. She could tell

he was worried. But why wouldn't he be?

She was worried too. More for him than for herself. Zach testified tomorrow. After that, she heard Clay had finally been called in, and then after that...it was her turn.

She hadn't received any threats yet. And that's what scared her. Everyone had gotten them, so she knew they were coming. Unless the person wasn't going to mess with her. Maybe they didn't want to.

Ophelia opened her backpack suddenly. She tore off a piece of paper out of her notebook and wrote the words 'I KNOW WHAT YOURE DOING' on a corner of a piece. She walked down the hall, and stopped at the locker she knew was Montgomery's. She was planning on just slipping it in the cracks, but then realized she knew his locker combination.

She looked around and then slowly unlocked it, opening the locker. She placed the note in the middle of his locker. Something caught her eye, however. She grabbed it. It was a bracelet of hers. She was confused, she didn't remember giving it to him. Maybe it was at his house or in her car. And he just never gave it back.

Montgomery had originally been the one to give her the bracelet.

She was so caught up in looking at it that she didn't notice Montgomery walking to his locker. He slammed the door shut, worried about what she could have found in there.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he demanded.

She yelped as the door slammed shut. She took quick steps away, caught by surprise.

"I-"

"What the fuck are you doing looking through my stuff?" he repeated.

She looked for an excuse. She held up the bracelet. "Why do you have this?"

His eyes focused on it, and he tried his best to act like he didn't care that she had it. Like she hadn't just taken back a keepsake of their relationship.

"I don't know," he lied. "And I don't fucking care about it. Fucking keep it."

Ophelia knew he was lying from his tone. She wondered why he bothered lying to her, like she couldn't read him like an open book.

Montgomery opened his locker and examined his belongings. More specifically, he checked to see if his stash of steroids and pills from Bryce were in there. They were, but he also spotted the note.

Ophelia watched him grab it.

Shit.

He opened it. His face fell for a moment, before picking back up with more anger.

"You know what I did? What the fuck does that mean?" He slammed the locker shut again. It made her flinch.

Fuck. She was such an idiot.

She was going to apologize. To say she was mistaken. But she recalled the look in Zach's eyes from the night before. Terrified and worried. He was the cause of it.

So instead of leaving Ophelia stood her ground and said, "I know what you've been doing. And it hasn't been fucking scaring anybody."

Montgomery laughed at her. It made her blood boil. "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

"So I don't know that you put up those photos of Jess? And you didn't hang that doll in front of her house? Trying to scare her in the most cowardly way fucking possible? You didn't do shit Monty, because she still testified."

Montgomery looked slightly worried. But he just laughed, shaking his head.

She couldn't stand him laughing at her. "It's not fucking funny! You killed a fucking rat and put it in Zach's bag, you think I wouldn't automatically know that was you?"

Montgomery shook his head. "You're fucking losing it, O."

Above them, the bell rang. But Ophelia didn't plan on moving.

She scoffed. "So you're honestly trying to say you didn't know about that?"

He shrugged and shook his head again. "No, actually. I didn't. How do I know that's even true? Maybe the reason we keep getting into arguments is because you keep making shit up so you have an excuse to talk to me."

Montgomery was holding a textbook. Ophelia suddenly reached out and slapped it, sending it falling on his foot.

He only laughed more at her anger. "Oh, so now you're trying to be a bully from some teen sitcom?"

"I know it was you," she snapped. "I saw you coming out of Mr. Rems class the morning the pictures of Jess were put up. It's fucking obvious."

Montgomery only said, "Jesus, O. You sound fucking crazy you know that? For a fucking honors student you don't know how stupid you sound."

He reached down and picked his textbook back up. She felt her face turning red hot.

"I'm-I'm not stupid."

Montgomery let out another chuckle. "Ophelia, do you even realize that those photos of Jess weren't found until after lunch?"

Ophelia's face turned from angry, to embarrassed as she slowly remembered Jessica mentioning fifth period.

"I was in Mr. Rems class that morning because I threw something at his car, so he gave me detention. I never went back in there. Fucking ask anybody."

Ophelia was mortified. He was right. She saw him in the classroom in the morning. It couldn't have been him. That meant none of it was him. How could she have been so stupid and so wrong?

"And that shit you said about the rat and the sex doll? I didn't even know about any of that shit."

Ophelia had never mentioned that it was a sex doll, but Montgomery knew anyway. But Ophelia didn't notice that detail.

She shook her head. "No...if it wasn't you who could it have been?"

Montgomery shrugged. "Fucking beats me. Sounds scary, though. Hope your little boyfriend doesn't get hurt."

"What if I don't believe you?"

He sighed. "Then that's your fucking problem."

She asked suddenly, "Would you threaten to kill me, Monty?"

He frowned. "Someone threatened to kill you?"

"It doesn't matter. Would you? If you thought I would turn in Bryce?"

Montgomery sighed again. She knew the position she put him in. But his answer surprised her. "No. I wouldn't threaten to fucking kill you."

He used his textbook to bang loudly on his locker door, making her flinch again. "Stay the fuck out of my locker, O."

As he was turning away from her she spoke up. "You have, you know?"

He turned back away, almost like he was annoyed she kept throwing accusations at her. "I have what?"

She gulped. "You've threatened to kill me."

He scoffed, letting out a chuckle. "No, I haven't."

"That night you did."

His smile dropped. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

He was confused, suddenly. Why was he acting like he didn't remember?

"The night of the party at your house. When Hannah came and got me. You threatened to kill me."

Montgomery avoided her eyes. "You're a fucking liar."

"I'm not," she insisted.

He walked up on her, suddenly. "You are. You're a fucking liar. I never fucking did that."

She backed away from him. "You did, and if you don't remember it's because you're a fucking drunk. Like you're dad."

She watched his face go blank. But only for a moment. She gulped, wishing she had not added on that last sentence. She knew his dad is the person he hated the most in the world.

The second bell rang. Neither of them moved.

"You're the fucking liar," he insisted. "You're a fucking slut, too. That's why you left with Hannah because she's just as much of a whore as you are." Ophelia wanted to slap him. But she feared his retaliation.

"You can't talk to me like that," she snapped at him. "Don't you ever fucking call me a slut."

"Stop acting like some new person just because you have a new boyfriend," he spat at her, "You're still the same bitch that let me fuck you in the bathrooms. You're lucky you have a pussyass boyfriend who won't put you in your place."

Ophelia looked at him, shocked. "Put me in my place?"

Montgomery's shoulders dropped a bit. He spoke, quieter now, "Not like that. You know what I fucking meant."

"No, what do you fucking mean? That he should hit me? Like you used to?"

"I didn't fucking mean that," he snapped. He groaned suddenly, like he knew how much he fucked up. "I just mean you stay running your fucking mouth."

She didn't drop the subject. "So Zach should hit me so I don't?"

"I didn't fucking mean it like that!"

"He's not like you," she said, "He wouldn't do that."

"Fuck you!" Montgomery screamed, "You don't even-"

"Montgomery De La Cruz!"

The two both snapped their heads towards the yelling. They saw Mr. Porter standing at the end of the hall.

"De La Cruz, come with me now," Mr. Porter commanded. He was looking warily between the two.

Montgomery scoffed, angry that he was about to get in trouble. "We were just fucking talking."

"Step away from her!" Mr. Porter yelled as he took a step closer to Ophelia. "And come now!"

"Un-fucking-believable," Montgomery complained. He threw a glance at Ophelia. "All because you think you're some fucking detective. Blaming me for shit I had nothing to do with."

Ophelia felt guilty. He hadn't had anything to do with the threats, but she treated him like he did.

"Not one more fucking word to her," Mr. Porter said with sternness. They were both surprised by his language. "Come now, or I'll have you benched."

That was the only threat Montgomery listened to. He walked towards him, begrudgingly. He stopped next to Ophelia for a moment.

He turned to her. He lowered his voice and whispered, "I didn't mean it like that, O. I..." She watched him hesitate. "I'm sorry."

How could he do that?

How could he go from being such an asshole, and making her feel so angry, to making her feel sorry for him? Making herself feel bad for making him feel so upset?

Mr. Porter pushed him towards the office roughly. Ophelia wondered why he acted that way. Had the tapes actually gotten to him?

Montgomery gave one more look back at her.

Guilt of her accusations overcame her. Guilt of starting the argument and getting him in trouble.

She wondered, did Montgomery get under everyone's skin like he did hers? Or was there just something wrong with her?

"No way, detention for what?"

Montgomery said angrily, "Fucking nothing. I just was late to class. He went fucking psycho on me."

Zach looked up. He was in the locker room. He felt like he spent all his time in the locker room, or on the field. It was exhausting.

But hearing that Montgomery got detention put a smile on his face.

"But that's not even what I was going to tell you," Montgomery said. "Diego told me he saw Justin walking with Tony just an hour ago. They were over in one of the fancy neighborhoods."

Zach froze. Justin? He was back?

Bryce was just as surprised. "You sure it was Justin?"

He scoffed. "That's what I heard. Hey, why would he be with Tony? Think he came back to testify?"

Bryce tried his best to act cool. "Fuck if I know. Or care."

Zach looked for his phone. He should text Tony or Clay, to warn them of what Bryce knew. But the coach came in suddenly, interrupting his plan.

"Alright guys, listen up!" The coach set down a cooler on the bench. "State guy's coming down tomorrow to do the screens. So if that is a concern for you..." The coach looked around. Montgomery and Bryce were snickering together. "...see me in my office."

Zach hated that the coach gave fake pee to the people that wouldn't pass a drug test. And he did it because he knew most boys were taking steroids. He didn't care, as long as his team won.

Zach turned away, knowing it wasn't information he needed. But Coach then approached him.

"Hey," Coach greeted, "Are you all set for tomorrow? For court? You want me to come with you?"

Zach smiled, appreciative of the gesture. "That's alright, Coach. But thanks."

Coach nodded, giving him a pat on his shoulder before heading back into his office

Zach picked back up on Montgomery and Bryce's conversation.

"What, you think that's why he came back?"

"I don't know," Bryce said, seemingly annoyed. "Drop it. Go. Everything's fine."

Montgomery scoffed. He was unhappy with Bryce's relaxed spirit. "Yeah, you keep saying that. You keep saying you have shit taken care of but I don't see it."

Bryce stood up straight. "And why the fuck do you car exactly?"

Montgomery let out a breath. He thought it was obvious. "You, man. Us. State."

Bryce brushes it off. "All taken care of." He pushed Montgomery towards the office. "Go. Get your synthetic pee."

Bryce started walking also, but stopped at Zach's locker. "Zachy, you coming?"

Zach gave a forced smile. "No, I'm good, brother. Don't need it."

Bryce asked, "Not gonna tell on us are you?"

Zach thought back to the dead rat in his bag yesterday. "Why, you think I'm a rat?"

Bryce looked taken aback. "No, of course not. I just wish I had your genes, man."

Zach smiled, this one genuine. He chuckled, flattered. "You did alright."

Bryce laughed with him. "You flatter me."

Zach then said, "I got your back, brother."

Bryce looked at him carefully, surprised.

Zach held out his fist and Bryce bumped it. "Thanks, buddy."

Zach nodded. "Of course."

As Bryce left, Montgomery was heading back. He looked between them two. Zach caught his eye as he lingered in front of him.

"Got a problem, Monty?"

Montgomery chuckled. "Me? No. But your girlfriend's got a fucking problem apparently."

Zach balled up his fists.

What bullshit was Montgomery starting now?

Scott, who had been at his locker the whole time, now walked around to where Montgomery and Zach were to ask, "What happened?"

Montgomery looked away with a confident smile. "Nothing. Come on, Scotty. Let's get out there before Carlos gets to the bats first."

"Go ahead," Scott said, "I'll grab my glove."

Montgomery hurried out. Zach stayed, he still had to get changed.

Scott hesitated at Zach's locker.

"Hey, look, I know this is none of my business, but someone told me Monty got detention because Mr. Porter caught him screaming at Ophelia in the hallway."

Zach was stunned. "W-What? When?"

Scott said, "Between third and fourth."

Zach took in a breath. "She didn't tell me that."

"Yeah, Monty didn't tell me either," he explained.

Zach wondered what happened, and why Ophelia had kept it quiet. He just wanted to make sure she was safe, why did she put herself in another bad situation with him?

Zach noticed Scott had crossed his arms and leaned against the locker.

Zach wondered, "Why are you telling me this?"

Scott stood up. "You're her boyfriend. You should do something about it."

Zach said, "I'm not going to go start a fight if that's what you want. It's not what Ophelia wants either."

Scott asked suddenly, "Monty's kind of mean to her sometimes...He wasn't mean when they were together, right?"

Zach was worried about how much he could say. What could he let out that wouldn't accidentally let everything out?

"I don't know, man. Why do you care?"

"I don't," Scott told him, defensively. He grabbed his glove. Before leaving he just said, "I was just letting you know."

Zach plopped down on the bench and sighed.

He slammed his locker shut.

Nothing was fucking easy anymore.

"So am I going to get any details?" Ophelia asked Hannah.

Hannah smirked. "And what do you mean by that?"

"The guy you like," Ophelia further explained. "Come on, you told me last Friday you had someone in mind."

Ophelia had a theory it was Clay Jensen.

"Yeah, but it hasn't gone anywhere," Hannah told her. "I don't think I want to even ask him out. Not yet, at least."

"Then when?"

Hannah thought about it. "Maybe in the summer. I can't stand the thought of people gossiping about it."

Ophelia frowned. "Am I gossiping now?"

Hannah said, "I don't think so. Because we're just talking about what I'm doing.

Ophelia chuckled. "More like what you're not doing."

Hannah giggled too. "Whatever. I'll see you at study hall, yeah?"

"Okay!" Ophelia said, "Bye!"

Ophelia bit her lip. She wondered if there was a way she could coax Hannah's crush out of her. Maybe bribe it. Something.

Ophelia suddenly felt someone slap her butt. She jumped, scared.

She relaxed after flipping around to find her boyfriend.

He was smiling already, his eyes looking her up and down.

"That's a nice dress you have on," he told her, admiring the black sundress she wore.

She blushed. "Thanks. My mom bought it for me the other day."

His eyes stayed on her legs. "You wearing shorts under that?" he asked, suddenly seeming worried.

"Of course," she told him. "I always do. You know that."

"Just checking," he told her.

She wondered why his eyes kept moving behind her. She turned that way, and saw that they were standing near the restrooms. She smiled, remembering what occurred between them the other week in there.

"Hey, that was fun in there, right?"

Ophelia grinned up at him. She didn't mind kissing him, seeing as the hallway they were in was almost cleared out.

"Yeah, it was fun," she agreed.

He nudged her with his arm. "How about we have some more?"

A chill ran over her. "Oh...I don't know. I don't want to be late for class."

He scoffed. "Just skip it."

Ophelia wasn't sure. "I don't know..."

She felt pretty. She didn't want to mess up her dress, or her hair. She knew Montgomery would probably grab her hair.

"But we could always go to your house after school," she offered.

"Come on, it's exciting to do it here, right?" He ran his hand up and down her arm so that she would start getting aroused. Normally it worked, but it didn't right then.

"I don't want to right now," she told him. "I think it would feel more icky than exciting."

That must have offended Montgomery. His face went from happy to upset. "Well, shit. We don't have to if I make you feel fucking icky."

"No, that's not what I meant," she said, quickly.

She tried to put a hand on his shoulder, but he moved away. "No, I fucking get it. See you at lunch, I guess."

"Wait!"

He stopped.

She pointed to the bathroom. "We can go in. I don't mind."

Montgomery scoffed. "I don't need you to fuck me out of guilt, O. I get it, I'm not fucking hot enough today."

"No, you are," she insisted. "Come on, please." She gestured to the door again.

He smiled to himself. "Fine. If it doesn't make you feel too fucking icky."

They entered the bathroom. Again, Montgomery checked it, and locked it.

Ophelia stood nervously with her back to the sink, thinking he would lift her up again. Instead, he turned her around, and bent her over the sink.

She gasped in surprise.

Montgomery's fingers slowly moved up her legs, sending goosebumps down her skin. When his fingers got to the hem of her dress, he grabbed it, and pulled it up, setting the fabric up on her back.

She felt him feeling her butt through her shorts.

"Fuck..." he muttered, and he squeezed it.

Ophelia found herself looking up and staring at herself in the mirror.

What the fuck was she doing? She doubted she was even wet enough to have sex.

She felt Montgomery grab hold of her shorts, and pull them down roughly, taking her underwear with them.

Ophelia stood up and turned around quickly. "No!"

She reached down and grabbed her shorts, pulling them back up and throwing her dress down. "I-I don't want to!"

Montgomery took a step back, surprised at her attitude. "Woah, it's okay. We don't have to."

"I don't want to," she repeated, softer this time.

"We don't have to," Montgomery said again. Now he seemed worried. "Ophelia, are you okay?" He grabbed her arm. "You're shaking."

She didn't notice she was until he pointed it out. She didn't realize she was scared until then either. Scared of Montgomery.

"I just...I don't w-want to."

"That's fine," he told her. "Hey, come here." He pulled her in for a hug.

"I love you, O."

"I love you."

"You know I'd never force you into anything, right?"

Ophelia nodded. "I know. Of course not."

But Ophelia also knew she told him she didn't want to go in there. Yet, that's exactly where they were.

"Well, you're here early," Ophelia mentioned as she walked downstairs to see Tony sitting on her coach.

Tony shrugged, "My father is a very social man. And he doesn't listen to time suggestions."

Ophelia laughed and went and took a seat and the chair next to the coach.

"Zach's on his way," she told him. "I guess he had a swim lesson or therapy lesson with Alex. Something in the pool."

Tony nodded to let her know he was listening.

She cleared her throat. "So I heard from someone that Justin Foley is back...is that true?"

Tony let out a whistle. "Damn, shit gets around fast."

Ophelia nodded in agreement.

He then explained, "We found him in Oakland the other week. Unfortunately, we found him as an addict. We're trying to keep him clean enough to testify against Bryce at Hannah's trial."

Ophelia slowly took it all in. "An addict?"

"Addiction to heroine," Tony specified.

"Jesus Christ!" she said in a loud whisper, "Heroine heroin?"

"Yes, that one kind," he told her. "He got fucked up while he was out there. Really fucked up. I've been handling him all day."

Ophelia slumped down in her chair. "That's sounds awful. For both of you. Do you guys need any help?"

He shook his head quickly. "I don't want to drag anyone into this that doesn't need to be."

But Ophelia wanted to help.

"That's why I wasn't at school," he explained. "What did you need anyway?"

Ophelia felt embarrassed now. "Oh, that was stupid. I thought Monty might have been the one that's been fucking with people. I was wrong though, it wasn't him."

Tony leaned forward, now extremely curious. "Why'd you think it was him?"

She sighed. "I saw him running out of the class where the pictures of Jess were hung up but I saw him before school and they weren't hung up until lunch. And Monty was in the cafeteria all lunch."

Tony was processing the information. "You wanted me to talk to him?"

"I thought maybe we could confront him," she said. "But you've done so much already, I shouldn't have expected you to help me."

Tony suddenly ran a hand over his face. "Please tell me that does not mean you confronted him yourself."

Ophelia didn't answer.

Tony jumped to his feat. "Pinche pendeja-"

"I didn't mean to," she defended herself, "I was just going to leave a note in his locker, but then he saw me-"

"Ophelia, listen, if he hurt you while you were together, why would he have a problem with hurting you even more now?"

"Lower your voice!" She told him.

"So I have to look out for Justin and you too?" He asked.

"You don't have to 'look out' for me."

"Of course I do!" He told her. "And I don't care if you don't like it. If I had been looking out for you before maybe none of this would've happened."

He slumped back on the coach. She sat next to him, and put a hand on his back as he leaned forward.

"I'm sorry," she told him, "I'm sorry for ghosting you when I started dating Monty. And I shouldn't have been mad at you for trying to break us up because...you are right. And I'm sorry I got so mad at you for giving the Baker's the tapes. They were her parents, they deserved to hear them.

"Yeah, well, I'm not so sure that was a good idea anymore," Tony admitted to her. "They're not going to use the tapes in court, apparently. So I may have just made her parents learn she was raped, only to give them no way to get her justice."

"It's not your fault," she told him. "You were right about why I was angry. I didn't want people to know what happened that night because I'm scared. I'm fucking terrified, Tony. Honestly, I wish someone would threaten me, so that I could lie on the stand about what happened and have an excuse if I get caught."

"They won't ask about Rep Night," Tony assured her. "If anything, they'll ask about Winter Ball."

Ophelia froze. "Why would they ask about that?"

"It happened on school property," he explained. "What else is a good way of proving Liberty High doesn't look out for its students than a girl being abused during a dance."

"Shit..."

"But you don't have to worry about it," he told her, "Because you're not worried about protecting Monty anymore, right?"

Ophelia didn't know how to answer. But she didn't have to, because he phone suddenly went off. She grabbed it, hoping it was a text from Zach.

She froze. The blood drained out of her face. Ophelia felt a cold chill run over her.

Tony noticed her change in behavior.

"What is it?" Tony asked.

Ophelia just said, "I guess I got my wish."

She turned the phone so Tony got a clear view of the photo she was sent.

It was a photo of Zach.

And Hannah.

He had her pushed against a cement wall, it almost looked like an alley way. No, it was behind the Cresmont. They were kissing. Why was he kissing her?

'HOW DO YOU KNOW YOUR BOYFRIEND ISNT A RAPIST TOO?'