Back in school it seems like nothing has changed. Like I hadnt spent the weekend under the stars with the man of my dreams or flying on the back of half avian half human mutants. I hate not being able not to brag to Ileala about how I am so over Brevin Dragos and her. But in all her glory she still over holds some power on me.

I hate that about her.

I hate how I can not tell her that I have a new friend who is practically a celebrity and a boyfriend… who doesn't know it yet. I got a pass during lunch and am in the library all period instead of heading home again. It's Monday and I have a test to study for Spanish. Last night I kind of procastinated with this task. Hanging my pencil in my mouth I conjured up the memory of Iggy's touch and his soft voice under the millionths of stars above us…

"And that is how the fair maiden over won the evil mistress," I ended the story I had just made up for Iggy. His arms cradled me into his side and a soft deep purple throw with a bright green one covering us. We were in the attic where the roof was none and looking at the stares.

The best part of this moment was the fact that Iggy was holding me and we were snuggling under the stars! How romantic is that? It's right out of a Liz Phair song. Iggy kissed my hair and tugged me closer to him. I snuggled into him and intertwined my fingers with his.

After my story I described all the constellations and the beauty of the stars.

"What is like?" Iggy asked all of a sudden.

"What?" I responded with confusion.

"Normalcy, the routine of getting up and going to an institution in the morning. Hanging out with friends and going to movies, dates."

"Its nothing special," I said quickly to make him drop the subject of friends.

"Not to you," he pointed out and started to stroke my hair again.

"Well… school is like purgatory and a dungeon mixed together. Friends are stupid and retarded. Completely useless. They come and go, you can never really count on them that much. I havent been to the movies that much because it is so much money at AMC and Nova is not worth it because everyone at my school goes there. Dates, guys don't really do dates because they know that the girl expects them to pay." I swallow back the tears of betrayal and embarassment of that horrible event.

"It'll get better," Iggy assured me and squeezed my hand. His way to tell me that he cares and all of that lovey duvey crap.

Hence the reason I forgot to study, I was too busy sleeping in his arms. After lunch the bell rang abruptly and scared the heebie bajeebies out of me. I gathered my books and collected them in my book bag. A regular JanSport black bookbag. I take off for the Spanish room, above on the second floor in room 241 in the Language Hall. Arriving there the teacher is handing out the test already and the second bell hasn't rung yet.

Or has it?

Taking out a number two pencil I started the text with a new definition of nervousness and anxiety. Nevoxiety. A new word. I answered every question with an uneasiness and uncertainity as the class grew on and I was one of the last ones done. I just hope it wasn't all for nothing. That Mr.Molina wont count my tardy and give me a zero or something…

In a few minutes of my rambling the bell rang and I was out of the class room in a split second. If only the day could go on faster so I could see Iggy again. He likes helping me with my homework and I like getting him books that have those specific written words for the blind. I also am searching for a map of the city like that.

After Spanish though, a little detour awakes me from this day dream. Out of nowhere I get pushed into the girls bathroom and pinned against the sink. Marisol Cesar holds me by the wrists and spits at me in Spanish. Telling me to stand up and stay silent. Too many S's to comprehend, chicka.

"Oh come on, this is America here, speak English," I shoved her off me. A little line Max scolded me with when I cursed in Romanian before her. Except her words were different. Behind Marisol was Anabella and officially, Ileala.

"Hello Tatiana. It is so nice to see you," she spoke in her vindictive voice.

"Nice to see you too sister," I remarked sarcastically and huffed my bangs out of my eyes once and for all. "Do you mind getting this over with? I have P.E. to go to. Or… I could just skip it and get the shit beaten out of me!" I clapped my hands together. "Wouldn't that be merry!" Anabella scoffed and Marisol just narrowed her eyes at me while the "leader" smiled affectionly. Still the same old Ileala.

"Would you like to hear something Tate?" Ileala spat out my name as if it was a curse word.

"Do I have a choice?" I scoffed myself.

"Not really," she was so close to me now that I pinned myself against the cold metal sink. "See, I wanted to let you know about a little secret I have been keeping from you," the second bell rang and her groupies still hung around. "Do you know how I got your boyfriend in my pants?" I shook my head to tell her no. "Didn't think so. See, I just pointed out all of your flaws.

Like how you talk to yourself, your lack of fashion and lack of a… chest. Oh and that thing you do. I believe it is called stuttering and how you are such a bad liar! Not to mention a complete klutz."

"And I need you to tell me all of this?"

She held up her index finger. "Still talking bitch," she ordered me silent. Laughing a short laugh for a second and a half. "Do you know how easy Brevin was? We were alone for a single second while you went to your white trash apartment. One night, I believe you remember it. It was the night you two faught. See he wanted to throw you a birthday party but you didn't want one. Being poor and a bastard child," I spit at her with my rage. She knew my soft spots. I hate her.

"Angry, I presume? He came to 'talk' to me that night," she uses air quotes over that word, Talk. "Yeah, all I had on was this long white formal shirt. Only buttoned a few but not that much. Kind of showy, you know. All I had on underneath it was undies." What a slut. "Now, see the point of all this is that you need to learn a lesson. He never wanted you. Never cared. Just used you to get to me. Because you found out, what was it, three months! Actually." She shook her head in disbelief.

"Man, were you so blind," she recalled.

"And you were such a slut. Seriously, did you use me too? Wait nine years because you knew I would get a guy you wanted and be envious." Her eyes flamed at me. "What? Cutting close to the edge am I?" I walked forward and she was walking backwards now. "Did you decide to have sex? Or did he? Did he come over that night and start it and you just plaid along. Using one of your brothers condoms and messing around on the couch. No, no, no!" I mocked. "I bet it was the kitchen table!" I yelled at her.

"SHUT UP!" She cried at the top of her lungs.

"No," I told her calmly. "I wont," and I left her to think about that but not long out of the bathroom did I break down crying. Tears spillling out of my eyes like no other and my head in my hands as I cowarded in defeat. Coming to the terms of what my best friend just told me.