I'm back. No need to thank me for the warning. The last authors note was cut off and I apologize for that. This chapter was harder to write since I didn't want to include the exact words used. So I'm going for an almost flashback type feel to it. I hated this scene quite honestly.

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All I could do was sit there shocked. I should have known not to test fate and feel optimistic about the note.

I couldn't believe that Shelby was that vindictive. She basically shouted at my Father that I had no intention of going to USC. Quite honestly that was the only thing running through my mind in those first few minutes. All I could think was how am I going to back track from that! It wasn't until I turn and saw her standing there trying not to cry, and failing, that I realized that I was not even close to the actual victim here.

She outed Princtongirl… Sam in front of everyone. Now that was going to take some getting used to. Sam even standing there looking horrified still looked great and I never even gave her a second thought.

How could I have been so blind? Yes, she doesn't wear elegant dresses every day. Yes, she doesn't wear three inches of makeup like the rest of the school but now I could see it. Even from across the school yard I could see the endless eyes that I had fallen into the night of the dance.

And I did nothing to help her. I just sat there like an idiot. Listening to the crowd lash out at her and covering my face because at that moment I wasn't sure what I was more embarrassed about, the fact that Sam was Princetongirl or the fact that it was now public knowledge that we had a thing.

I was abruptly angry at Cinderella, I mean Sam. If she had just told me who she was at any point over the weekend we could have found a way to avoid all of this. Now I would have to deal with the ridicule of my friends and the hounding questions of my father.

It was constant throughout the next few days. The not so subtle jabs at who I had "fallen" for. The demands of my father to remember the plan and to not mess with the path that he paved for me.

Once I was in my room alone, I started to contemplate what she must feel like. She opened up to me online and even met me in person. She gave me a chance to be the person I was deep down and today I had just proven to her that I was really no better than what I portrayed day to day. I couldn't even form a sentence to her to apologize and extend any kind of comfort. What could I say really? Sorry that I proved that all of your reservations about me were completely correct and that I would try harder next time? I was pretty pathetic at this point.

One of the only saving graces about this whole situation is that I had an even bigger reason to stay away from Shelby. She followed me around, always pointing out the hunched figure of Sam, my usually strong Princetongirl, and reminding me of the fact that she was not part of my world because of preconceived notions of society about beauty and privilege. The worst was that I just let it happen, I felt every jab as a knife in my heart. Every reminder that the bond we once shared had crumbled because of my inaction slowly drained my will and conscience. I had to do something about it but every time I looked online my hopes that she was too were dashed. She wouldn't even look my direction much less talk to me.

I was slowly losing my mind and it showed in practice which of course elicited more questions from my dad.

I was at my wits end and had no idea how to fix this. I was clearly not brave enough to shed my shell and stand up for myself and Sam, because Sam deserved someone to do that for her for once in her life. I could only hope that one day I could be the man I wanted instead of letting everyone else run my life.

I hope that it wasn't too bad I will update again shortly.