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There was nothing Bebe could do to make me feel any better, except lend me a pair of shoes and reassure me that it would be alright. I was grateful for the shoes, but I knew that it wouldn't be alright. I had cheated on my boyfriend with his best friend. How could I tell him?

Maybe you don't have to tell him, a voice in the back of my head reminded me.

I shake my head, trying to chase out the thought. Although it does sound tempting, I know that it won't solve anything. Besides, he'll probably hear it from somebody else, which is worse.

Oh God, I think to myself, What if people think I'm some kind of slut?I know you're not supposed care what about what other people think…but still….

I open the front door and tiptoe upstairs, trying not wake up Dad or my sister, Cassie. Too late. Cass stands there, in the hallway, blinking sleepily.

"Wendy? Where were you? I woke up and you were gone."

"I…uh…" I'm trying to come up with a good excuse, but Cass sees right through me.

"You snuck out to see Stan again, didn't you?" she accuses.

Damn, she's pretty observant for a seven year old.

"No," I said truthfully.

Well, it was a partial truth; after all, I'm still not sure how I ended up in his basement……

I wake up again, to the sound of the phone ringing. I glance at the alarm clock on my nightstand. 10:30 am.

I hear Cass calling up, "Wendy, it's for you!"

Goddamn it, I think to myself as I manage to crawl out of bed and stagger downstairs. Can't everyone just leave me alone for a few hours?

"Hello?" I manage to croak, looking around our mess of a kitchen for a clean glass.

"Wendy? Are you okay? You sound sick."

I find a glass, fill it with water and take a sip. Much better.

"No," I reply, "I'm just hung over, that's all."

Cass's eyes grow huge at this; I wave her away.

"Good," Stan sounds relieved. "Kyle told me-"

I cut him off sharply. "Kyle told you WHAT?" I snap, feeling my voice get squeaky, like it always does whenever I get pissed off.

Stan continues, "Kyle told me that he dropped you off at my place, that you had passed out or something. So I wanted to check up on you."

I feel like the scum of the earth after hearing this; my head starts pounding again.

"Look, I got to go." I say abruptly.

"Uh, okay," Stan sounds confused, and I feel even worse.

"See you tomorrow then. Love you."

"Love you, too" I mumble.

I stumble towards the medicine cabinet and start rummaging around. Where the fuck is the aspirin? Finally I unearth a bottle and uncap it, swallowing two capsules and collapsing on the couch. I flick on the TV; some Terrance and Phillip cartoon is playing.

It's all my fault, I think. How could I have been so stupid? Stan had actually asked me to that benefit his family was supposed to go to; I should have said yes and I would have avoided this whole thing.

All I want to do is curl up under a blanket and lie here all day, doing nothing. So I do, only getting up to go refill my chocolate stash. Why bother now, I think to myself. I'll just deal with at school tomorrow. And with that comforting thought, I fall asleep.