It had become quite clear to me that, that wouldn't be the last encounter I had with Chris, I realised the chemistry was there, the dark cloud hovering over all my senses. My life, as it were, was over. My reputation will be over if anything that I had done up until that point came out. That's what worried me the most. I worked hard to succeed in a world that I didn't care about, a world that doesn't care about me. Even though many people surrounded me I felt alone.

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"Yeah I know cue the violins, I am not here for sympathy, I am here for help and god only knows if I will I get it,"

"Steph, you deserve the right for sympathy, as does everyone,"

"Maybe you wont think the same way once I tell you more of what I have done,"

"I will be the judge of that,"

And with that she continued her story …

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The next day at school I saw him, he was the best looking creature that I have seen, but he knows it, he is very smug. The guy thought the world loved him. To be honest with the reception he was getting at school I wouldn't find it hard to believe. All the girls were pawning at him, the guys chatting to him, secretly eyeing up their competition. Knowing that he is the better catch.

My mural was down I needed a boast so I went to the girls toilets. My first sense after last time was to make sure no one was there as that truly would of sent me over the board. I made sure the door was locked before I divulged in to my pocket to get out my relief, my pain, my enemy, and my lover. That was the first time that I snorted more than I should of. That's when I realised I had a serious problem. My nervous system had such a shock that I woke up half an hour later on the floor. How dramatic. My life nearly came to an unruly end.

It was 2.30pm by this point, I had to go back to class and make up some lame ass excuse as to where I was. Mr Henderson fell for it I thanked him later…

I went to sit down in my usual desk when I came upon my nightmare, that he would be in one of my classes and I would have to sit next to him. There it was the smile that I became adapted too for a long time. Not even after all things I did to him he never lost that smile.

The whole class was a bore but of course to outside world I seemed to really enjoy it as I participated in the answers when no one else knew them. If I wasn't so popular I would be bullied for the amount of times I have answered all the questions in class, but I was the girl that every girl wanted to be and every guy wanted to do. All the way through the class Chris would causally wonder up my legs with his hands. I felt unnerved by this; my weekend life would put his attempts on me to shame.

I was the number one party girl, well not to my friends in Forrest I wasn't I was the lady, that they all strived to be. I always made sure I was as far away from my pretend life, so to speak, to my real life. I never got them confused; Chris is the only one that knows me in my pretend life that has the credentials to out me as the fraud I was. So I played along with his games.

We never went further than kissing and groping. I knew he wanted to and believe me I wanted too, but the power I had over him was amazing, I went on a power trip. Ordering him around, making him do things that I wanted done, like the teacher who dared to give me a B+, I mean how dare they I am the straight student. She was out of action after that after all been "accidentally" caught fucking with your 17yr old student doesn't suit well with your headmaster, if only they knew that he was fucking me. God I can see the looks in Mrs Kendal's eyes. I had the power of everyone in that school and I used it to my great advantage.

Chris became reluctant to help me much after that, sure he would still buy me things, he wanted what every one wanted and that was I. I wasn't giving up easily but of course he did gave that information on me, I became more and more secretive about that, I didn't want him to get proper evidence about my cocaine habit.

The plan I made up with him was to distract him from me.

The plan was this …………