Chapter 2

I walked into the washroom at the school, and I was in my blue spirit squad outfit. I put down had put down my pom-poms and put on the water. Suddenly, I looked up in the mirror while my hand was full of water that was about to have a date with my face, I saw... him. I saw his reflection. His deep eyes, with his muscular body. He was wearing his soccer uniform, he looked the exact way I saw him when I laid eyes on him for the very first time.
"Hey Spirit." He said, as if I was a joke or some story he went around telling everyone I was... I'm such a slut... how could I have let him find me?
"Dean," I said calmly. "What are you doing in the girl's washroom?"
"I just thought I'd say hi," He said, as he inched his way closer
"Okay." I stammered out, trying to sound as confident as I could. I can't show him my weakness... I can't let anyone see that I'm weak.
"Relax," he said, smoothly. "We had a good time at that party together, didn't we?"
"Dean. . . you-." I was going to hurl... how could he say that? A good time? That was the biggest lie that anyone has ever told me in my life.
"I what? I didn't do anything. I had a good time, just like you did."
"It wasn't fun... I don't know what it was, but all I know is that...
"...is that you wanted it." He said, continued. "You asked for it... I can specifically remember you saying yes." He put his hands on me, as I felt myself drop to the floor... I felt myself lying there, helpless again. I opened my eyes, seeing him looking at me, with those evil eyes again, as suddenly, he took his foot, about to kick me as if I was that soccer ball out on the field.

Suddenly, I felt a burst of pain against my back. "PAIGE! WAKE UP!" a feminine voice said. I forgot that I fell asleep on the door, completely naked again, wrapping myself with blankets. I stood up, as I peeked out the door.
"I'm up mom." She said, looking at her mother.
"Ready for breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry." I said, "But I could go for some Advil if that's ok... I think I bumped myself pretty hard in the head last night..."
"Yes... Dylan told me you fell and tripped... must have hit your head."
"Yea... that's it." I said, completely lying. I knew that it was a hangover.
"Well, you have to eat something with it... a piece of toast, something."
"Toast is fine. I'll be down in a minute." I said, closing the door. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed a pair of pink pajama pants and a black tank top, and opened the door, walking down to my kitchen. She felt herself wobbling, and she couldn't control it, but she was feeling dizzy and confused too. Then she felt pain near her chest as she was moving. She touched where the pain was, as she felt such pain. She took in a deep breath quickly, holding it, trying not to pay attention to the pain. She walked into the kitchen, as a piece of toast was on the table for her, with a glass of orange juice and two Advil. My mom walked into the kitchen as I sat down, looking at the toast, not sure wether or not I should eat it.
"Are you alright sweetie?" She said, as she put her hand on my head as if to check my temperature.
"Yes." I said. She looked at me funny, giving me a look like 'Did u just say 'Yes' as apposed to the usual 'yea'.' Well, anyway, I didn't care. I turned down to it, and took a small bite of the toast, as I felt like I was going to throw up. I covered my mouth and I took the orange juice and took a quick drink of it, swallowing it, making sure I wasn't going to throw up. Then I reached for the Advil, my mom stopped my hand.
"Honey, you got to eat more than that or else it won't take it's full effect on you."
"I had enough last night, I bet half of it is still in my body. I'll be fine! There's nothing wrong, it's just a headache. I just want something to speed it up! Geeze!" I said, coldly, grabbing my glass and the Advil, and walking back to my room. Why is everyone on my case? I got what I deserved, everyone should just deal with the fact that it's not a big deal and just learn to leave me alone!
"Paige, what's wrong? You're not your usual self?" I heard my mom say, as she was walking up the stairs. I ran to my door, locking the door, sitting on the floor, putting on a pair of grey sweat pants and a baby pink spaghetti strapped shirt as I walked over to my window. I opened it up, as I heard my mom try to open the door. "Paige, I know that something is wrong... did I do something? Is it because I met someone? Please... tell me." I stood there, as I unlocked my window. "Paige, I understand that this is a stressful time for you..." Ha you don't know the half of it, you never will. I began to climb out the window. "... but I want you to know... if there is anything I can do at all to help, please tell me. I'm going downstairs... if you want to talk I'm just a walk away." I looked at the door, ignoring it. She's lying to me. She doesn't care. That's why she left dad, because she doesn't care that she can go cheat on him. She's a slut, no wonder where I get it from. I climbed out the window, onto the top of the house. Then I climbed down a tree to the bottom of the house. I started running, running away. I didn't know where I was going to go, but I couldn't stay in the house. I'll be home later.

I walked to the park around my house, my old elementary school. She thought of Spinner, and all the times they shared there.

"Hey Paige, you want to be my girlfriend?" He spoke. He's so tiny, this small body with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He seemed so perfect at the time.
"Yea Gavin! That's so cool!" I said, laughing my little girl laugh. We were in the 2nd grade, as we snuck away from everyone during recess. We hid under a bush, as we both opened our lunch boxes.
"I got grapes... eww..." Spinner said, having a puss on his face.
"You don't like grapes? I love grapes!" I looked in my lunch box seeing cherries... ew... I hate cherries...
"Let me guess, Paige, you don't like cherries?" He said, laughing in his before puberty voice. It was so high pitch, and it was so funny. "Wanna trade?"
"Sure, got anything else good?" We searched through each others lunch boxes, trying to find something else to eat. We swapped lunch meats, we switched drinks, we even switched lunch boxes!
"Paige... this is our secret spot. Lets not tell anyone about this, ok?"
"I agree completely." I said, and being a total child, I looked at him too. "You got to promise me something too."
"Sure, what is it?"
"That when we're older, even if we stop talking, that we'll always be there for each other."
"I promise you that." He looked at me, and gave me a peck on the cheek, and looked at me and completely blushed, and then we started beating around the bushes, making it a lot bigger for us.

I crawled under the bush, seeing all the work me and spinner put into this place. It was like a special home for us, except I was a lot smaller last time I was in here. I felt safe here, I don't know why, but I wish that Spinner was here with me. I could use someone to cry one right now... Oh my god... why am I thinking about this? He doesn't like me anymore... I've become a slut. He wouldn't want a slut. Plus, I ditched him because my hormones were running. If he ever finds out that I did what I did... he'll never talk to me again... nobody will. They'll just think I'm just another slut. Wait a sec, they already know that.
I looked around, and I saw a piece of a mirror. I picked it up, and it had a little bit of marker on it. I remembered this clearly. This was from the last time me and spinner were here. It was grade 5, right before elementary school graduation.

"How do I look Gavin?" I said, looking in my mirror.
"Fine Paige, but please just listen to me." I kept looking in my mirror, barely paying any attention to him. He grabbed my hand and pushed the mirror out of my hand and it fell to the ground, breaking.
"What is wrong with you Gavin?" I said, looking concerned.
"Paige... what if we stop talking after this summer?"
"Oh Gavin, that'll never happen!"
"How do you know that?"
"Well... because we promised each other that we wouldn't, remember?"
"But still..."
"Listen Gavin, I don't care what people say. You're my friend and nothing will get in the way, ok?" He smiled, and he took my hand as we went off to our graduation.

I held the broken mirror in my hand, looking at the edges. They were rusty, I could only imagine considering it was about 3 years ago, 3 ½ most. Suddenly, I heard a crumple in the bushes... someone was coming! But who knows that I'm here... how did he find me? How can Dean find me... oh please say he isn't there... I... don't want to be hurt again. I closed my eyes, put myself in a ball and cried, as I felt someone's hand touch me.
"I thought you might be here." The voice said.
"What do you want from me, Dean." I said, trying to stay as collective as I could.
"Dean?" He said, as I raised my head up. It was spinner. Oh shit... I'm in trouble.
"Oh... hey spin..."
"Why would Dean try to find you..." He stopped for a moment...
"What are you doing here, spin?"
"I was wondering how's your grandma doing?"
"What?" I said, not sure what he was talking about.
"You know, your grandma. The one who was sick on Saturday night.?
"Oh... she's fine." I said.
"Yea, I know. Your brother Dylan told me that when he picked up your cell phone. I tried calling to check up on you, but did you answer, no. He told me that one of your grandma's live in florida, and your other one is already dead. Then he told me that you weren't in your room anymore, and he asked me to go and find you. So now everything makes sense. You ditched me last night to go party with Dean."
I looked at him, my eyes were swollen. "Spinner... please it's not what you think."
"What? What do you think I think?" He said. "What happened Paige... I think you owe it to me to tell me that much." He said, waiting for an answer from me. I couldn't say nothing happened... he was my friend, and I couldn't lie to him... but I couldn't tell him the truth. He'd never believe me in a million years. "That's what I thought..." He said, as he started crawling out. "So lemme guess... you were taking him here to have another night of fun, huh. Taking him to our secret spot."
"It's not like that!" I screamed, trying as much as I could to hold back tears.
"Whatever, bye." He was gone... forever. So much for the promises we made so long ago... then again, we were children... What would children know about life? Obviously nothing with this. I would have never guessed that this would happen.
That I'd have sex by grade nine. That I'd be a slut by grade 9.