(WARNING! WARNING! THERE IS A REASON THIS IS RATED M [though I don't like going into this kinda detail] SO PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND)

The next two days were a blur to me. I smiled at all the interviews, and talked about all the right things to all the right people. It was a mix of car rides, outfit changes, and Claras' rambeling. But I honestly couldn't care less. No one was mad at me, and most importantly, as far as I can tell. No one knows what happened.

I was currently in my room throwing outfits into various bags. Tomorrow at 5:30 AM I would be on my way back. I don't think my emotions had ever been so knotted before in my life. I was excited, but I was also terrified of seeing Phineas. It's not that I'm still in love with him, no I don't think I will ever love him.

FLASH BACK

I had been a mess after what I saw Phineas and that bitch doing. I didn't leave my room, and the only people I spoke to were my mother and Ferb. A week went by before anyone else tried to talk to me. A horrible week.

'Knock, knock'

"Isabella? It's Gretchen and the girls."

"Go away!" I sound like a spoiled three year old, but I don't care. My heart was broken so I had the right to act like this.

"No Isabella, were not leaving till you talk to us!" That had been Milly. So Gretchen had brought the whole troop. Great. It's harder to please them when they're in a pack.

I stayed silent, hoping they would get the hint and leave.

"Open up Isabella, or we'll take this door off its hinges." Gretchen's tone spoke nothing short of truth.

I reluctantly stood up and opened the door. There stood my old fireside girl troop. They quickly entered my room; as if afraid I would close my door at any moment. I let out a sigh and resumed my spot on my unmade bed, in a ball.

"Isabella, everyone's worried about you. Ferb won't spill on why you won't leave your room and you look like a mess." Gretchen was sitting at the end of my bed. The others had placed themselves at various areas in my room.

"I don't want to talk about it." My voice was gruff as I spoke into my pillow. I could feel the bed shift as Gretchen moved closer to me.

"Come on Izzy, were your best friends. Just tell us and we'll help." Milly was speaking somewhere from my left..

I stayed silent.

"Isabella, we can't help if you don't let us." Gretchen was touching my shoulder, trying to get me to face her.

"Was it Phineas? Did you guys have a fight?" It was an honest question, but just hearing his name brought new tears to my eyes. I flung myself into Gretchens' arms and began to sob. She put a comforting arm around me and started playing with my mess of hair.

"Please tell us about it." Gretchen spoke softly, as if I was a lost animal she was trying to bring home.

It took several minutes before I could even speak again.

"I.. I saw him in the back of his car," New wave of tears. Gasp "with some slutty brunette." The girls all gasped in unison. I knew it was the last thing any of them would think was the reason. I wasn't prepared for their reply though.

"That's not true." Addyson sounded as if it was a fact. As if I was a liar and had made it up.

"Why would you say that Addyson?" Gretchens' voice sounded as if she were still processing what I had said. If I hadn't been such a mess I may have laughed.

"Because it's not like Phineas. Maybe you were just seeing things Isabella. I mean, did you try to talk to him about it?" I felt like I could punch her. Of course I had tried. I had called him, and messaged him. Heck I had even..

"Yeah! I'm sure if you just talk to him, face to face, this'll all get straightened out." Hollys' happy voice added her input. The girls all nodded at this, and before I could stop them only Gretchen remained.

"I know what I saw Gretchen." I looked at her with my tear stroked face, hopeing she would believe me.

"Isabella, that isn't like Phineas. Maybe the whole stress of the relationship just got to you." There was a distant knock and I knew who was at my mother's door.

"Do you really think that Gretchen?" I waited for her reply, but before she could answer there was a slight knock on my open door. I didn't have to look to know who was standing there.

"I'm gonna give you two some alone time." Gretchen got off my bed and quickly left my room, closing the door behind her. Oh how I wished she wouldn't have done that; it made me feel caged in. I didn't look up at Phineas, instead I looked at my folded hands in my lap. I could hear him walking towards me. I hadn't given him permission to enter my room, and I most certainly did not give him permission to sit next to me on my bed.

"I heard you've been spreading lies about me Isabella." I didn't respond, or look at him. Something about him being in my room felt wrong. He had been here a thousand times. Why did I feel like I should run?

"I told your mom to go get something to eat," I could feel as he got of my bed and made his way to my window. He silently closed the blinds.

"I told her we had some things to discuss, which is true." I looked up, something in his tone was making me nervous. He was wearing blue jeans and a white shirt. His sneakers must be downstairs. That wasn't strange, why did I want to run?

"I wish you didn't tell people what you saw me doing with Addyson. I mean, that would be devastating to both hers and my own reputation. I mean the slut and the guy who cheated on Isabella? The most wanted girl at school? No, that won't do." He was walking back towards me, with a sneer on his face.

"So, you did cheat on me. With Addyson." My voice was empty. I didn't cry, though I guess I had ran out of those by now. And what I said wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"I never said those words exactly." He gave me a bitter sweet smile as he sat a little too close to me on my bed. "I just said ones like those."

"I told the girls to go home, that I wanted Izzy time." I could feel as he touched my cheek. It was such a loving gesture, but it made me feel sick.

"Why?" I said in a low whisper, not looking him in the eyes.

He let out a short laugh, it was so far from his usual one.

"Why? Why did I cheat on you with Addy? Why did I let you think I loved you?" He paused, letting me sink the words in. "Because baby, I didn't want anyone else to have you. I always knew you liked me, and what better way to set my spot as top of the school than to date the hottest girl in school?" He wasn't actually in love with me. He was using me?

"So you've just been using me?" My voice broke on 'me', but I wasn't upset. I just felt numb.

"Of course, but you would never let me use you fully." He was speaking gently now, almost soothingly. "You always said you wanted to wait till you were married. Isn't that right Izzy?" My breath caught when I realized what he was talking about. He wanted me to have sex with him.

"I'll never do that with you." I tried to stand but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down, into my own bed.

"I'm not asking for your permission." He spoke directly into my ear, low and menacing.

END FLASH BACK

I couldn't allow myself to go farther into that memory. Every time I did I felt sick and dirty. Almost as if it had just happened. It sent shivers down my spine. I had some how gotten lucky when the next day at school Phineas called it off; but I wasn't lucky when he stated that I was a lying slut who had slept with his brother. I want to say that broke my heart, but I was glad I didn't have to pretend to love him.

I've never told anyone what had happened with him that night. It had changed me though; it made me realize that the world wasn't innocent. It wasn't clean cut like in the book. If you're good, good things happen; if you're bad, bad things happen. It's not like that. No one knew what he had done. No one but me, and I was fine with that, mostly. It wasn't right, but no one would have believed me any way.

"Izzy, are you OK? You look upset." I jumped at the sudden sound of my happy manager.

"Yeah, I was just thinking." I gave her a smile showing that I meant it; and after a moment she shrugged.

"Alrighty, well I brought some food if you're hungry." I gave her a grateful smile, my packing could wait a little longer.

(There you go, my next chapter. Ive been thinking about getting abeta reader, and HighSilver confirmed that it would be a good idea. Though sadly I don't know how to go about getting one. Any who I love getting reviews [positive/negative]! It lets me know what needs to be told, and what is confuzzeling you guys. Any way all of these snow days I've been getting will end tomorrow *sigh* but my mind will continue to race with idea's for this story [and my other one]

-Ibbson)