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The next morning, Scott awoke to his radio with a groan. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to handle Cecilia. She haunted him in his sleep. For a moment, he let the hard rock play for a few minutes, then shut off the alarm. The boy forced himself to get up and dressed. When he went downstairs, he found himself alone. Huh. That's weird, he thought to himself. He wasn't usually up before anybody else. With a shrug, he went about making breakfast. Soon, the smell of eggs and bacon sifted through the house. Presently, the boy heard footsteps coming into the kitchen. Almost immediately, an arm went around his shoulders and he stiffened.

"Good morning, Scotty," Cecilia whispered. "I had fun last night. Didn't you?" she queried, running a finger down the side of his neck.

"Get off me, Skank," Scott growled, jerking away.

"Ssssshhhhh! Scotty, be quiet. You remember our rules, don't you?" Cecilia scolded, grabbing his jaw and tightening her fingers around it. Almost instantly, it turned into a stroke. Just then, the pair heard another set of footsteps. Scott's stomach knotted. They'd be caught! Cecilia instantly vaulted away from Scott and to the cupboards where they kept the plates.

"Mmm. Good morning," Scott's father mumbled.

"Morning, Marty," Cecilia chirped. Scott just stood frozen. He didn't know what to do or think. Had his father seen anything? And if so, how was he going to explain?

"Good morning, Scott," Martin greeted.

"Mornin', Dad," Scott responded. He sat at the table just as Elaine came out. After breakfast, the boy gathered up his things.

"Scott, are you okay?" Elaine questioned, noticing the boy's tenseness.

"Yeah. I just don't want to be late for school," Scott lied. With that, he walked out the door, and the adults heard him start a car and drive off. As he drove to school, visions of the previous of night danced around in his head.

"Scotty," Cecilia whispered. She ran a finger down his neck. He let out a ragged breath. As she stroked his neck, she sank down closer and closer to him until finally, their bodies were touching. Then---the sound of a horn brought the boy out of his nightmare. With a gasp, Scott looked around wildly.

"Hey, watch what you're doing, punk!" a man shouted.

"Sorry," Scott apologized. He cautiously continued on. When he got to his locker, he saw that the others were already there.

"Hey," he acknowledged, trying to appear normal. Okay, he so he was losing it. It didn't have to be known by people he had just met.

"Hey," Juliette said in a hard voice. She yanked her locker open, grabbed her books, than banged the door shut.

"What's with you?" Scott wondered.

"Problems with Mommy -Dearest again?" Daisy queried in her dry way.

"OH! She drives me insane!" Juliette seethed. "'Juliette, watch your weight. You need to keep a figure. Find a new boyfriend.'. UGH! I can't stand it!" she complained.

"I believe it was Eleanor Roosevelt who said 'No one can make you feel inferior without your consent'," Daisy quoted.

"Huh?" Ezra asked.

"Just ignore her. If you don't listen, she has no control," Daisy said. Before the girl could respond, the bell rang. As they walked into class, Auggie gave Juliette a reassuring squeeze. As Mr. Hunter droned on, Scott had to force himself to pay attention. It wasn't easy with memories of the previous night vying for his attention.

She pressed her body against his. "Oh, you feel so nice. So very nice," she whispered.

"Please, don't," Scott said.

"Scotty. Scotty, say you love me," Cecilia breathlessly urged.

"No," Scott whispered. Scott's eyes became pained and he dug his nails into his hand.

"Scotty," Cecilia whined.

"No more please," Scott implored. "No---"

"Mr. Barringer." Scott jumped in surprise.

"I---I'm sorry. What did you say?" he asked.

"Well, apparently Shakespeare doesn't hold enough interest for you," Mr. Hunter stated.

"I'm sorry, Mr. I had trouble sleeping last night," Scott stated. The man took the apology and continued with his lecture. Auggie elbowed Scott.

"Oye, you okay, Meat? You were out for like, two minutes," he whispered.

"I'm fine," Scott answered tightly. He turned his attention to the teacher. At five minutes before the end of the class, he stopped his lecture.

"Okay, project time," the man announced. Everybody groaned. "You'll be working in twos, and you can choose your own partners. What I want you to do is pick out a Shakespeare play and do a report on the main characters," he continued.

"Hey, Barringer. Wanna partner up?" Shelby asked quickly.

"Sure," Scott replied.

"Great," grinned Shelby. The bell singling the end of the class rang and everybody walked out.