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I can't believe it. Was Brian Krakow this person I didn't know? And how could Rayanne lie right to my face? How does a person, like, even know who she should trust with anything? It's like my world was suddenly made of lies. Like, I know I should be proud for choosing to wait to have sex with Jordan, but now just the thought of waiting so long while everyone around me – including my closest friends – is having sex made me feel ill. I mean seriously ill.

Neither Brian nor Rayanne showed up at Liberty High the next morning. For Rayanne this was nothing out of the ordinary, however Brian hadn't missed a single day of school since he was seven years old and had the chicken pox. Ricki resolved to the idea that maybe Brian had had a relapse and Angela agreed that this must be the case even though she had her own ideas for Brian's absence.

It's said that no one actually ever died from embarrassment. But how does anyone know this to be fact? I can just imagine Brian sitting at home worrying himself sick over what new rumors may spawn from this new development. And so he should be worried, and embarrassed. I wonder if that's why he's missing school. If I'll, like, get home and learn that Brain died of embarrassment and I have to go to his funeral. Hmm, thinking of a person's death is like depressing.

"Hey Ricki?" Angela asked as she leaned against the boy's shoulder. "You don't think Brian's the type of person to get all, like, upset about something and do something stupid do you?"

"What kind of something?" he wanted to know.

Angela thought a moment. She wanted to choose her words carefully. "You know like get depressed and do something harmful?"

"Are we talking eat a whole gallon of ice-cream harmful, or like slit your wrists harmful?"

Angela shrugged and Ricki scrunched his face. "No, Angela. I don't think Brian would ever do something stupid like that," he said. "What happened, exactly? Why are you all concerned?"

"Well, first I heard that everyone saw Rayanne practically throw herself in front of Brian's bus yesterday to get on. Then, Danielle told me she'd overheard Rayanne and Brian fighting in my kitchen about having sex and now neither one of them is at school. Which is classic Rayanne, but Brian?"

"Whoa, what were they doing arguing in your kitchen? And where were you? You know what, never mind." Ricki needed a second to absorb what she'd just told him. "So they like did it. So what. Rayanne does it with every body."

Angela grinned. She hadn't thought of it like that. It seemed strange to her that she hadn't just rationalized like Ricki from the beginning. Suddenly she felt foolish about the whole thing. "Right, of course. I mean Brian was all sad and rejected and Rayanne was just being Rayanne."

"Exactly," Ricki agreed. "But even so, maybe you should check on Brian after school. He's not used to all this drama."

Angela nodded and gave Ricki a peck on the cheek before taking off for chemistry class.

By lunchtime Rayanne had shown up at school. Male students had already made the connection between Rayanne jumping on Brian's bus and Rayanne jumping Brian's bones.

The jocks whistled as she passed and Rayanne took a fanciful bow. The potheads made rude gestures, but she was used to them and paid no notice. It was the small group of freaks and dorks, the rejects that no one would be caught dead talking to, which caught her off guard. One of the gawkiest, pocket protector wearing, acne faced boys stepped forward and pinched her bottom as she passed.

"Hey Graffe, I hear you're giving it away to all walks of life now!" he called.

Rayanne cringed and marched right back to the boy. "You ever touch me again I'll split your lip," she hissed. The boy backed down, but after she walked away the small group continued to comment.

"Rayanne you're here," said Angela in disbelief.

"Yeah, Amber came home between shifts and found me watching cartoons on the couch. She made me come," admitted Rayanne.

Angela had only met Rayanne's mother on a few occasions, but she knew her well enough to know not to get on her bad side.

"So how does everyone know?" asked Rayanne.

"Isn't it obvious? Everyone knows about you and Jordan and you like didn't make it too obvious when you got on that bus yesterday. Or so I heard," said Angela.

Ricki joined them and hid between the Angela and the lockers, staying away from the leering eyes of every male at Liberty. "This is like way bizarre. Why should anyone care?"

"Because they can," said Rayanne. "Is Brian around, I need to kill him."

"Um, no he's not," said Ricki.

"What he's like in band practice or something?" asked Rayanne.

"No, he didn't come to school," said Angela lowering her voice. Rayanne looked slightly concerned, then seemed to brush it off.

Angela stared into Jordan's clear blue eyes. He smirked slightly, thinking dirty thoughts about what he could be doing to her that very moment if they hadn't been in English. Angela finally came out of her reverie and grinned back at him.

"What?" she asked with a giggle.

"Your eyes, they're like beautiful, you know?" he said. It wasn't exactly poetry but Angela's heart skipped as if it was the most romantic thing ever said.

"Thank you," she cooed her face flushing.

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask you something," he said breaking the mood.

"Um, yeah?"

"How long have Brian and Rayanne Graffe been doing it? And what's all this I hear about him being better than me?"

Angela held her breath. Jordan Catalano had finally heard the rumors. What was she supposed to say?

TBC….

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