Author's Note- I haven't updated in forever! School's started, but hopefully I'll be updating more often. So keep reading and reviewing!

Paige sat slumped against her bed, wearing her silk bathrobe and her favorite pair of fuzzy pink slippers. Sitting on the floor beside her was a bottle of her mother's sleeping pills. She picked up the orange bottle and stared at it for a long minute, and then she finally unscrewed the top and poured out a generous portion of the pills into her lap. She glanced into the full-length mirror that was hanging on the wall directly across from her, and she cringed. She had large, unattractive bags under her eyes, and her golden hair was pulled back into a messy, sloppy bun. She looked like shit. But what really caught her attention was the large bluish-black bruise on her right cheek, right under her eye. She swallowed hard and looked away.

I'm so stupid. I'm such a fucking idiot, she told herself, fiddling with the green and blue tablets in her lap. She had been stupid enough to believe that Dean had actually changed, and she had let him back into her world- and look what had happened. She had been raped again. It almost made her laugh- who the hell got raped twice by the same guy? Paige placed three pills into her mouth and swallowed them dry. It was pathetic. Utterly pathetic.

Paige hated Dean, but she hated herself even more. Everyone had warned her to stay away from Dean, but did she listen? No.

I just want to die, she thought again, stuffing a handful of pills into her mouth. She had skipped school that day, and she wondered if anyone had noticed or cared. Her parent's weren't coming home until late that evening, so Paige figured she didn't exactly have to rush killing herself. More pills into the mouth.

This world is so stupid, she decided. Boys pretend to like you and make you trust them, and then they turn around and take advantage of you. All the boy's are the same. Slimy, worthless creatures that just make girls miserable.

Paige gathered up the last of the pills and tossed them into her mouth. Subconsciously, Paige really didn't want to die, but she felt so horrible and disgusting that she felt like she just had to do something drastic. Something to stop the pain. Something to take away all the dirt that covered her skin, but it was dirt she couldn't even see. She had showered and showered, but she couldn't get it off. She still felt like Dean was all over her. It made her sick.

Its better this way, she thought, tossing aside the empty bottle. She bent her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. Its better this way.

Ashley walked distractedly down the hallway the following morning, and she was so preoccupied that she almost didn't even notice when she bumped into a girl and her books went tumbling to the ground. She blinked and glanced down, and saw Roxie squatting down to pick up her books. Ash's eyes widened.

"Hey, Ash, walk much?" Roxie asked, rolling her eyes. "I don't know if you noticed, but other people use this hallway, too."

"Oh, sorry!" Ash exclaimed, reaching down and helping her gather up the books. "Let me do it. You really shouldn't be bending over like that. Or carrying your books. Let me take those!" Ash insisted, snatching the books out of Roxie's hands.

Roxie smirked. "I'm pregnant, but I'm not an invalid. But I'm not exactly going to turn down an offer to have someone to carry my books…here, while you're at it, take my bag, too!" Roxie said, reaching over and tossing her bag on top of the books. Ash grunted under the extra weight, but forced a big smile on her face. "So, Ash, what's up?" Roxie asked.

Ash shrugged. "Nothing, really. Um…can I ask you something?"

Roxie nodded as the two began walking down the hallway toward their next class. "Ok. Well….does sex usually….change a relationship?"

Roxie glanced at her. "It depends, I guess. Why?"

Ash shrugged quickly and began fiddling with her bracelets. "Oh, I was just wondering what you thought. But like…is it supposed to be awkward afterward?"

Suddenly, Craig walked up to them, scuffling his feet and looking kind of nervous. He smiled at Roxie, and then at Ashley, but in a different way. "Hey, guys. So…Ash, um….are we still…eating lunch together?" he asked, rubbing the back on his neck, as if he was actually afraid to ask. Ashley cleared her throat.

"Yeah! I mean, yeah," she said. "If you want to."

"Oh, yeah, I do," Craig said quickly. There was a moment of silence, and Craig smiled uneasily. "Ok, well…bye!" Then he turned and hurried off, like he couldn't get away from them quick enough. Ash watched him go, a confused frown on her pretty face. Roxie's eyes widened, and she smiled almost gleefully. "Oh, my, God! You had sex with Craig!" she practically screamed. "Was it hot and passionate? Did you guys-"

"Would you shut up?" Ash hissed, glancing around.

"I can't believe it," Roxie continued, like she hadn't even spoken. "You slut! Was it your first time?"

"Well, if it was my first time, then I'm not really a slut, right?" Ash pointed out with a long sigh. "And yes, it was. I thought I was ready, you know? But now…I'm not sure."

"Virgin alert! Oh, don't tell me you regret it or something! You'll always remember your first time, Ash….the whole fifteen minutes of it," she teased. Ash smirked and slapped her in the arm.

"Well, at the time, I honestly felt like I was just ready to go and….do it!"

"And you weren't?"

"Well…I think I was," Ashley said, thinking back on the previous night. "But I didn't expect it to be so….awkward. I mean, we did it, and it was great, but then we just kind of laid there in silence. Like, we didn't know what to say. And now I'm just wondering if…it ruined everything."

Roxie laughed, glad to have something to think about besides her own problems. "Sex doesn't ruin everything. Come on- you'll get over the after-sex awkwardness in a day or two. And then you can go and have sex again," she joked, nudging her friend in the arm. Ash cracked a smile and shrugged, realizing Roxie was kind of right. "So, did he use a condom?"

"Well…no," Ash admitted with a frown.

"Take it from me," Roxie said, patting her stomach. "Next time, use a condom. Always use a condom, or else you're might end up like me- with back cramps and mood swings."

Ash looked at her, completely horrified. "What if I am pregnant? What if I got an STD or something?"

"Well, it was your guys first time, right?"

"It was our first time together. And it was my first time, period. But it wasn't Craig's…"

"It wasn't? No offense, but Craig doesn't exactly seem like….a non-virgin. He's too sweet. And I highly doubt he's been walking around with an STD."

Ashley looked at her. "He dated Manny Santos, and I happen to know for a fact that they did it," she said, feeling bitter, the way she always felt when Manny as mentioned. Her passionate contempt for Manny had died down after awhile, especially after Carter had died and Manny had run off. But still….Manny would always be a sore spot for Ashley.

"Oh, I see how it is. You got Manny's left overs," Roxie joked, winking at Ashley with a teasing nudge. Ashley gave her a look, and Roxie smiled weakly. "Ok….poor timing and bad joke. Anyway, I wouldn't worry about it too much, Ash. But, um…I thought you a Craig weren't together anymore." Actually, Roxie had known that they definitely weren't together, considering the hours she had spent on the phone with Ashley, listening while she mourned over her failed relationship with Craig. Roxie didn't want to sound like a horrible friend, but she had been a tiny bit happy that they had broken up. Ok, so she had literally jumped up and down with joy, but Roxie wasn't about to admit how totally lame she was.

"Oh, well….I guess we're back together!" Ash said. Roxie nodded and looked around. "Hey, are you ok, Roxie? You seem a little….upset."

"Oh….it's nothing. Home's just not going that great."

"Oh, yeah. Sick of that Jake guy?" Ash teased, rolling her eyes. "I was pretty upset when my Mom started dating Toby's dad, but it turned out ok. You'll warm up to him, eventually."

Maybe….if he's not in jail for the next ten to fifteen years, Roxie thought guiltily. "I don't really think so," she said slowly. "Somehow, I have the feeling Jake and I aren't going to exactly become…close." Accusing him of rape isn't exactly a bonding- experience. "I'm going to the bathroom! I'll talk to you later, alright?" she chirped, and then she ducked into the nearby bathroom.

Ellie sat on the toilet in a small stall in the bathroom at her rehab center. Usually, the bathroom was noisy, with girls brushing their teeth or hair, gossiping, or taking a shower. But it was strangely quiet now, and Ellie wondered if anyone even knew she was in there. Rehab wasn't what she had thought it would be. She felt suffocated, and she hated feeling like she was in a fishbowl, with everyone watching her every move. Well, not her every move.

Ellie reached into her pocket and pulled out a small pocket knife that she had sneaked in- those idiots hadn't even bothered to check inside her shirt. She had slipped it into her bra before she had left her house, not because she had planned on cutting, but just because it made her feel safe. It was strange- a knife was her false sense of security.

Ellie cut herself a few times, just minor slices on her forearm. Nothing major, just something to make her feel good and to keep her sane. She sighed with relief as the warm tingling sensation engulfed her body. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't stop herself. In a sick, twisted way, it felt so good.

A minute later, Ellie heard the bathroom door pound open, and Ellie dropped the knife on the floor is surprise. She reached over quickly and snatched it up, holding her breath.

"Ellie!" she heard a deep voice say, and Ellie recognized it as one of the nurses on her floor. Ellie bit her lip. "Ellie, are you in here?"

"Um…yeah!" Ellie called out, stuffing the knife back into her pocket and rolling down her sleeves. "I'm here."

"I've been looking all over for you!" the nurse called. "You have a visitor!"

Ellie frowned and stood up. Who would be visiting her? She stepped out of the stall, and saw a burly nurse standing in the doorway, her arms folded over her chest. Great- it was the nurse that seriously frightened- the fat one with the oily skin. She didn't have to worry about this nurse suspecting she had been cutting, because she always thought Ellie was in here for anorexia. At meals, she's always pinch Ellie in the stomach and tell her she was too "scrawny", and then she'd give Ellie extra helpings.

"Who is it?" Ellie asked, silently praying it wasn't her mother. The nurse snorted and rolled her eyes.

"I don't know his name. He refused to give it to me," the nurse said, and then she turned and walked down the hall. Ellie frowned in confusion, and followed her. She thought for a second- maybe Marco had come to visit her! It was a long shot, considering Ellie hadn't told anyone where she really was, but she could still wish.

Ellie was walking down the hall toward the visitor room when Dawn suddenly popped out of nowhere, and Ellie jumped in surprise. Dawn had the habit of suddenly appearing, so Ellie just stopped and smiled. Dawn was overly hyper and perky that it almost made Ellie sick, but she just couldn't cut the girl down. In the few short days, Dawn had kind of become Ellie's little sister.

"Hey! Want to play ping-pong?" Dawn chirped. Ellie shook her head.

"Sorry…I have a visitor," she said slowly, and continued walking. Dawn frowned and scurried to follow her. "You have a visitor?"

"Yeah? So?"

"Well…I've been here for months, and I've never had a visitor," Dawn said, trying to sound casual, but Ellie could hear the hurt in her voice. Ellie frowned as she approached the visiting room, which was surrounded with large glass windows. She was about to comfort Dawn when she spotted someone sitting in the visiting room.

"It's that one," the nurse said, pointing into the room. "He's a moody little thing, isn't he?"

Ellie swallowed hard. Sean Cameron had come to visit. That was pretty much the last person on Earth that she had expected, yet she wasn't disappointed. He better not be here to yell at me some more for ruining his stupid relationship with Emma, she thought bitterly. But she figured that wasn't the case- after all, why would he go out of his way to just come here and bitch her out? Ellie stood, frozen in her spot, when Dawn nudged her and squealed.

"Oh, wow!" she said with wide eyes. "He's cute! I thought you said you didn't have a boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend," Ellie hissed. "He's just…he's not even a friend, really. More like an acquaintance."

"Then why is he here?" the nurse asked skeptically, a slight smirk on her hideous face.

Why don't you mind your own damn business! Ellie wanted to scream, but she remained quiet and walked into the visiting, pointedly closing the door loudly behind her. Sean looked up and saw her, and he smiled shyly. Ellie stared at him for a long moment, and then finally sat down across from him at the table. "Sean…what are you doing here?" she asked, deciding to just cut to the chase.

"Um…I don't know…I just thought you could use a visitor," he said.

"Like you would be my first choice?" Ellie snapped, and she instantly regretted it. You didn't exactly insult someone who had gone out of their way to visit you in the loony bin. "Sorry," she mumbled. "That was totally uncalled for."

Sean shrugged. "It's ok," he said. He glanced around and nodded. "This place is….interesting." Ellie smiled slightly.

"What- you don't like it?" she joked, gesturing around. "This is the crème of the crop for rehab centers. They only take the most insane and screwed up people in the world."

Sean stared at her. "You really think you're pretty messed up, don't you?"

Ellie looked down in her lap. "I'm sitting here, aren't I?"

Sean shifted uncomfortably, and finally cleared his throat, deciding to change the subject. "No, this place is ok. I was kind of expecting cells and concrete walls and stuff."

"It's not prison, Sean. You don't have to pee in public and you don't become somebody's bitch," Ellie pointed out with s small smile. "Unless you want to, of course."

Sean nodded. "But it's nice. I wasn't exactly expecting to be the night's entertainment, though." He nodded at something over Ellie's shoulder, and she turned around to see what he was talking about. A group of girls had gathered in a doorway down the hall, and they were staring at them, including Dawn. When they realized they had been spotted, they all squealed and scattered in different directions. Ellie laughed and turned back. "Sorry. They don't exactly see boys very often. Well, unless you include Ralph, the only male nurse here. My roommate is madly in love with him, and practically stalks him."

"Ralph's the only male nurse?" Sean said, smirking. "What about that burly nurse that informed you I was here?"

"Surprisingly, that was a woman. But don't feel bad- I thought she was a dude when I first got here, too."

"Yeah. That pot belly and partial beard can be deceiving."

They chatted for a few minutes, when Sean's suddenly reached into his bag and pulled something out. "I almost forgot. Ash heard I was coming, and she wanted to come, too, but she couldn't. She asked me to give you this," he said, leaning over and handing her the paper. Ellie took it and opened it up, and smiled when she saw that it was a collage, with pictures of her and Ash, Marco, and even a few of Spinner, Paige, and Jimmy. She smiled wistfully at the thoughtful gift.

"Tell her I said thanks," Ellie said quietly. "I'm going to hang this right over my bed."

Sean nodded. "Everyone really misses you."

"Really?"

Sean chuckled. "Yeah. Why do you sound so surprised?"

Ellie shrugged. "I don't know," she said slowly, and felt a wave of sadness wash over her. She folded her arms over her chest and looked at him. "Do people know…the truth?"

Sean shrugged. "There are a lot of rumors. I'm not sure what people really know." Ellie nodded and swallowed hard. She blinked back tears and sniffed, hating herself for actually crying in front of Sean Cameron. She missed home. She missed her room, her friends, and- she hated to admit it- but she even missed her alcoholic mother. She could suddenly feel the fresh cuts under her sleeves, and the tears rolling down her cheeks, and she was too embarrassed and ashamed to even look Sean in the eye. But to her surprise, he leaned over and took her hand.

"I'm…scared," she said quietly, knowing her would understand.

"I know…but I know you can overcome this," Sean said, squeezing her hand. "I know you can."

"But…but I don't think I can."

"Yes. You can."

"No!" Ellie suddenly burst out. "You don't understand, Sean. I can't stop myself." She pulled away her hand and rolled up her sleeves, revealing the bloody cuts. "I'm not going to change. I can't change. I…I sneaked in a knife. And then I went and cut myself in this stall in the bathroom, like, two minutes ago," she said. She laughed hollowly. "It's so pathetic."

Sean stared at the cuts in surprise, not sure what to say. Ellie blushed and pulled down her sleeves. "Sorry. You didn't really need to see that….God, I'm sorry. I bet you're really regretting coming here right now."

Sean blinked and shook his head. "No. Look, you can stop. Hey, how about this. If you stop cutting, I'll stop stealing stuff."

Ellie smirked. "That's not really the same thing."

"It kind of is. Stealing can be pretty addictive, you know," he said. "So, what do you say- we keep each other on the straight and narrow?"

Ellie smiled. "I say deal."

Craig sighed distractedly as he pumped on the pedals of his new bike, picking up speed as he drove along the sidewalk. He had been riding around for what seemed like hours, thinking about a lot of things- mostly about Manny and Ashley. The sun was setting, and it was getting late, but Craig really didn't feel like going back to an empty house. Joey hadn't been home a lot, and Angie was always over at her grandma's. Craig had thought about calling Ashley, but he just didn't feel like it.

Craig had honestly thought that having sex would take their relationship to the next level, but now he wondered if it had just ruined everything. Things were just awkward now, and Craig wondered exactly what had gone wrong. After they had done it, they had laid there in silence for a few moments. Then, Ash had jumped up, taking the whole sheet with her, and leaving Craig lying on his bed, naked a confused. It hadn't exactly been the romantic, life-altering experience they had both been hoping for. Craig sighed. They hadn't talked about it yet- well, they hadn't really talked about anything at all. Craig sighed again, wondering why stupid crap always happened to him.

Craig passed the neighborhood park, which looked spooky and depressing in the dark, without little children running all around it. He glanced over, and was surprised to see a lonely figure sitting on the swings. It was Roxie. Craig stopped, jumped off his bike, and let it fall to the ground. He walked over to her, and she looked up and spotted him.

"Roxie…hey," Craig said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "What are you doing here?" He saw that she was wearing a long coat, and a small suitcase was sitting on the ground nearby. He frowned and sat down next to her on the swing.

"Nothing," she said, swinging half-heartedly, staring at the ground.

"So you always hang out alone in parks at night?" he asked, smiling at her. Roxie looked at him and rolled her eyes.

"Don't be a smart-ass, Craig. You've already ruined my private moment of reflection, you know. Don't' you ever just want to be alone?" she asked.

"Sure," Craig said, and they were quiet for a minute.

"So, I heard you and Ash are back on," Roxie said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah….kind of," Craig said.

"You don't sound too sure."

Craig sighed. "Ash can be so…complicated. Like, things are never easy with her. Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier if we just….weren't together. God, I must be the most horrible boyfriend in the world."

Roxie nodded. "Yeah, pretty much. Can I give you some advice?"

"Um…ok. As long as it's constructive criticism, and not the kind where you just call me a big jerk and yell at me for treating Ash like shit."

"Hmm….alright. I'll try to make it constructive. Look, break up with her. You're obviously not in it for the right reasons."

"You really think so?" Roxie nodded. "Ok, well, can I ask you something, Roxie?" She nodded again. "What's with the suitcase? And why are you here" he asked, gesturing to the bag.

"See, Ash is a really cool girl, and I think that you need to decide if you really love her. I mean, do you really want to be with her, or are you just with her because you think you have to be?" Roxie asked, continuing as if he hadn't spoken. But Craig could tell she was avoiding his question, so he nodded thoughtfully.

"Your right," he agreed, "I guess I need to start thinking about things."

"Well, there's a first time for everything."

"And you think I'm the smart-ass?" Craig joked, smiling. "But you didn't answer my question. What's going on?"

Suddenly, to Craig's surprise, Roxie burst into tears. "I've done something horrible, Craig!"

"I'm sure it's not that bad, whatever it is," Craig said reassuringly, putting an arm around her.

"You're right- it's worse," Roxie said, running a hand across her face and wiping away her tears. She took a deep breath and composed herself. "But it's fine, because I'm running away and I'm never coming back."

"What?!"

"Why should I stay?" Roxie said with a shrug. "It's not like anyone is going to care. Everyone thinks I'm just a slut, anyway."

"That's not true," Craig argued. Roxie smirked.

"Haven't you noticed that hardly anyone talks to me? When I walk down the hall, people just whisper about me. I'm like a plague or something- everyone would be better off if I just disappeared."

"So you're running away because people are mean to you at school?" Craig asked in disbelief. "You act all tough, but I can't believe you're such a wimp."

"Craig!"

"No," Craig said, getting up off the swing and turning to face her. "You are a wimp. You can't always run away from your problems! God, you're just like Manny," he muttered, shaking his head. Roxie stared at him.

"What does that mean?"

Craig turned to her. "Things were too hard for Manny, so she ran away. She couldn't handle everything, so she just left, without considering anyone else's feelings but her own. And now you want to do the same exact thing. I know things are pretty fucked up now, but how can you just leave? You're pregnant! What- are you just going to run off and hope that Spin magically forgets that you were having his kid?"

Roxie jumped up. "You don't think he'd love it if I magically just went away, so he can go back to being Degrassi's "super-couple" with Paige? I know the only reason he's even bothering with me is because he thinks he has to! I think we both know that Spin would be happier if I left."

"Look, you can't just run away. Where are you going to go? You can't just leave because things are hard at school, Roxie."

"God damnit, Craig!" Roxie yelled. She flopped down back onto swing and lowered her voice. "It's not just school. I really couldn't give a crap about the people at school. I've done something really bad, and I can't fix it, ok?"

"What did you do? Why can't you just tell me?"

"Because…you'll think I'm a really fucked up, sick person."

"Try me. I've heard some pretty messed up shit before."

"Fine," Roxie said with a long sigh. "You know my mother's new boyfriend, Jake? Well, he was trying to act like….a part of my family or something. Like he was my fucking father or something. He's twenty-one, Craig. He's like, four years older than me. My mother is dating someone who is four years older than me." She looked at him. "I hated him so much. I wanted to get rid of him. But I didn't mean to…."

"What did you do?" Craig asked.

"I…I kind of told the police that he….molested me. And they arrested him."

Craig stared at her in shock. "Wow. Um….Wow. Are you serious?"

"No, I was just kidding," Roxie said sarcastically. "I love to joke about sexual abuse."

Craig swallowed hard. "But did he….do it?"

"No. I lied. Jake never laid a hand on me. In fact, he's never been anything but nice to me," she admitted, staring at the mulch and kicking it with her feet. "See? I'm a sick liar."

"No. You made a mistake," Craig said quickly. "All you have to do is tell the truth, and things will be fine. Roxie, you have to tell the truth, or else some guy is going to jail. You're not going to be able to live with that."

Roxie sniffed. "I know. You're right. I'm going to do it. I'm going to tell the truth. In fact, I'm going to go tell them right now," she said in determination, standing up and picking up her suitcase. "And I'm not going to just run away. Thanks, Craig. You're the best!" She turned to go home, but Craig stood up and took her arm. He swung her around and kissed her, and she was caught off guard. They kissed for a long moment, and finally they pulled back. Roxie caught her breath. "What….what was that?!"

Craig blushed. "Um….I'm sorry. Did you…mind?"

Roxie grinned and threw her arms around his neck. "Are you kidding me? I've been waiting forever for you to kiss me!"

"Really?" Craig said. Roxie responded by kissing him hard on the mouth, and he laughed. "I'll take that as a definite yes." They kissed again, until Roxie gently pushed him away and smiled apologetically at him. "I'd love to continue this, but I really have to go and make things right, before I completely chicken out." She reached over and grabbed her bag. "Bye!" Then she turned and hurried out of the park. Craig watched her go, and small smile on his face.

He hadn't really been thinking when he had kissed Roxie- but when she had been sitting on that swing, crying, Craig had suddenly realized how much he really cared about her- he might even say he loved her, which was pretty big for him. But then, as she disappeared into the darkness, he realized exactly what he had done- he had just kissed his girlfriend's best friend.

Oh, shit, he thought miserably.

Spinner ran through the corriders of the hospital, running around like a chicken with his head cut off. A few minutes ago, Hazel had called, practically hysterical, ranting incoherently about Paige overdosing. She wasn't making much sense, so Spin had rushed down to the hospital as fast he could. Now he was scurrying around the hospital with no idea where Paige was or what had happened. Finally, he grabbed a nurse by the arm. "I need to know where my girlfriend is…I think she's here."

The nurse looked at him sympathetically. "Did she overdose?" Spin nodded. The nurse glanced at her chart. "She came in an hour ago."

"Is she ok?"

The nurse sighed. "It's a bit early to tell," she admitted. "She's had her stomach pumped, but-"

"What room is she in?" Spin asked, clearly exasperated. "Can you just tell me what room she's in?"

"I can't tell you that," the nurse said, shaking her head. "Look, you can go in that waiting room down the hall, and when we have information, we'll tell you-" she began, but Spin was already dashing down the hallway toward the small waiting area. He turned the corner and found Hazel and Jimmy. Hazel was sitting in a chair, with tears in her eyes, and Jimmy was anxiously pacing the length of the room. "What happened?" Spin demanded. "What the hell happened?"

Hazel looked up. "She-she….they think she swallowed some sleeping pills…"

"Dylan's in with her now," Jimmy said, walking over and patting Spin on the arm. "She's had her stomach pumped."

Spin kicked the wall, and ranked his hands through his hair. He didn't understand this at all. "Why- why would she swallow pills?" he asked to no one in particular, completely baffled. "Paige would never try to kill herself. Never. It's impossible!" he yelled, shaking his head. "Their wrong."

Jimmy and Hazel glanced at each other uneasily. "Spin….she did."

Spin shook his head. "Why? Hazel, why would she do this? When did you last talk to her? What did she say?"

Hazel shrugged. "I…I don't know. The last time I talked to her was…..when I dropped her off to meet you at Heavens Peak. I….I honestly don't know why," she admitted. Then she bit her lip and looked at her hands. "Well….actually…."

"What? What?" Spinner pressed. Hazel looked up at him.

"She did tell me on the way to there that she had plans with Dean that night….but she must have forgotten, since she was with you," she told him. "Oh, God, you don't think…..?"

Spin clenched his jaw. "It's him. It's that stupid son of a bitch," he growled. "He did something….why didn't you stop her from seeing him? You knew she was seeing him, Hazel, and you didn't do shit about!" he snapped, staring at Hazel coldly. "You were supposed to be her friend!"

Jimmy stepped out and put a hand on Spin. "Calm down, man. You're upset. But this wasn't Hazel's fault," he said in a calm voice. "Maybe you should go outside, or just go home for a bit and cool down…."

Spin shrugged Jimmy's hand off and shook his head. "No. What I need to do is go and kick Dean's ass. I know this is his fault."

"You don't know that. It could be-" Jimmy said, trying to reason with him, but Spin was out of control. He shook his head.

"No. I know. I'm going to go find him."

"Spin, don't do this. Come on-"

"I'm going. Either you can stay here or come with me," Spin said. "But either way, I'm going."

Jimmy thought for a second. He was going to go with Spin, but only to make sure he didn't do something really stupid. By the crazed look in his eyes, Jimmy knew that was a very serious possibility. He glanced at Hazel and sighed. "Ok. I'm going with you."