Being late for school - again - was not something I'd planned. Yet here I was, running down the slippery hallways, occasionally sliding as I turned a corner. Jade had no idea why I was late either, but I was pretty sure she'd help me out. The current lesson going on was Math, something any other day I'd be willing to miss, but not today. Despite the whole 'revenge-plan' going on, my school work was still very important to me. I still had a lot of studying to do, which I'd been slacking on since the start of Camille's plan. And since I was now turning up late to school, I had work to catch up on too. But thankfully, I had Jade around. We shared notes all the time, though usually it was me giving them to her when she was late. Never in my life had I seen our roles reversing.

As the familiar door appeared I slowed down my pace, pausing outside the door to adjust my clothes and fix my hair. The last thing I needed was to go into the class looking like I'd ran a marathon - even if it was how I felt. Taking another deep-breath, I gently pulled down on the door handle, pushing the class door open.

"Ah Miss Carter, nice to see you." Our teacher - Mr Abbott - sarcastically greeted.

I nodded and glanced around the room, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the attention I was receiving. Why was it that when I entered a class late, people stared at me as though I'd murdered a priest. It was pretty creepy to say the least.

"Yeah, sorry I'm late. Had...girl problems." I slowly replied, inwardly smacking myself across the head.

Mr Abbott grimaced and shook his head, staring down at the work on his desk. "Don't need to know the details, just sit down."

I sighed in relief and rushed towards my seat, the rest of the class going back to whatever it was they were doing before I entered. Well, everyone apart from Jade. She immediately turned in her seat, facing me with wide eyes.

"Where the hell were you?"

"Woke up late." I shrugged, pulling out my books.

She nodded sceptically, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Uh-huh. And what did you do last night?"

I stared at her, my eyes narrowed in confusion. "Nothing. Why?"

"Oh no reason," She shrugged, sighing dramatically. "But that hickey on your neck is telling me differently."

My eyes immediately widened as she handed me her small mirror. The bruise was small but big enough to draw attention, it was a light pink colour, tinged with some green. And right then all I wanted to do was find Connor, and shoot his balls off.

"Damn." I hissed, pulling my hair over my shoulders to cover it up.

"So, my darling friend, what did you get up to last night?" Jade repeated, taking her mirror back from me.

After a minutes thought I sighed to myself, knowing she was going to find out no matter what. Besides, the girl was my best friend, who else was I going to tell about it?. And boy did I wanna tell someone.

"Connor showed up at my house. Camille was working, so were my parents - as usual." I shrugged.

"Oh my god! I want details...now!" She silently exclaimed, excitedly turning further in her seat.

I rolled my eyes. "Nothing happened."

She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head. "Yeah and your sister's a virgin, my brother's not a perv, my daddy's not sleeping with his secretary..."

"Okay, I get it." I groaned, cutting her off before she could go on. And believe me, she would have.

"Good, glad I got my point across. Now tell me everything."

"Uh...okay," I started, thinking back to last night. "Well, I made him climb the window so he didn't see the photos of Camille in the house..."

She smiled. "Oh my god! Did he do it?"

I rolled my eyes - again. "Of course he did."

"OMG, that is very 'Romeo-&-Juliet'."

"You know, he said that as well when I made him climb out the window. I don't see it." I told her, shaking my head in thought.

"Anyway," She pushed on, waving her hand as a 'carry-on' gesture.

"Uh...oh yeah. He came in, we made out, he talked about finding my 'switch'..."

"Did he find it?!"

Despite being annoyed at the fact she'd cut me off - again, I carried on. "Yes, can I finish now?"

"Fine."

"Thanks. So, we made out and stuff, got down to our underwear somehow...I don't know Jade it was moving pretty fast. We didn't have sex though, I asked him to wait for me and he said it was fine. Next thing I know I'm late for school and he's cuddled up behind me. Camille came home, so I made him go through the window. He was probably freezing on the way home." I added in the last part, my eyes narrowed in thought.

"Why would he be cold?" She asked.

"Because he left me his shirt. It was what I was wearing and he just told me to keep it, said it looked better on me. But that was about it, nothing else happened." I shrugged, crossing my arms on the desk.

"Grace, are you telling me that after all that, you aren't feeling anything for him?" She raised her eyebrows at me, probably knowing the answer already.

"I do feel something for him, Jade. He's sweet, charming, hot as hell. I mean, how could I not? But it doesn't change the fact that I'm planning to break his heart. He would've done it to me, if I'd slept with him at the beginning." I admitted, shrugging my shoulders.

She nodded in understanding and shrugged. "I guess that's fair enough. But if you're really worried about that, try talking to him about it. Guys can't read minds yah know."

"Uh-uh, no way." I objected, shaking my head. "I can't talk to him about that. Besides Camille's plan probably won't work, there's no way a guy can fall in love with me. I'm too opinionated."

"Don't be such a pessimist Grace, just go with it. Although, I really wish you wouldn't." She sighed.

"You know, you were much more supportive when I was supposed to be screwing over Murphy."

"Well, you weren't falling for Murphy!"

I narrowed my eyes at her. "I am not falling for Connor, okay? Never in a million years would I fall for a playboy. And never in a million years would he fall for me."

She rolled her eyes. "These self-esteem issues of yours are starting to annoy me. He's already halfway there, you've known him for what...a week?" I nodded and she continued. "And you guys have already gotten to second base, slept in the same bed - at both your places might I add. And he's actually willing to wait for you to fuck him, just think about that for a sec."

I did think about it - a lot. What she was saying did make sense, he was pretty much halfway there. So now the chances of Camille's plan working had increased. Still, it didn't stop my guilty-conscience kicking in. I'd been on the receiving end of it, thinking someone actually likes you, only to find out they didn't and only wanted sex. Now, I didn't exactly want sex from Connor, I didn't even plan on having sex with him - not that he needed to know that. But I still felt bad for putting him through all of it.

"You thinkin' about it?" Jade asked, tilting her head knowingly.

"Yeah." I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "What do I do? I don't wanna do that to him, but I can't say no to Camille either."

She shrugged apologetically and I groaned, letting my head 'thud' onto the desk.

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I walked back into the house and sighed, thudding back against the front door. School had been fine, Jade had leant me her notes, so now I had studying to do. But I couldn't get the whole 'revenge-plan' situation out of my head. I mean, what was I supposed to do?. If I told Camille I wanted out, she'd tell Connor our entire plan. Although, I could've just called everything off with Connor. Made up some shit, told him I had some emotional issues to deal with. He'd probably understand, but that just made me even less enthusiastic about calling it off. He was too nice to break things off with, plus he was the first guy since Dylan that I actually liked. Did I really wanna throw it all away?.

"Hey sis." Camille greeted, strolling down the stairs.

"Hi." I sighed, dumping my bag onto the banister.

"So, I was cleaning your room through this morning." She continued.

I turned from my spot in the living room doorway, facing her with wide eyes. "You did what?"

She shrugged. "I cleaned, thought I'd do something nice for you, since you were doing this plan for me and everything."

"No, you weren't doing this for me." I stated, shaking my head in annoyance. "You were snooping, weren't you?"

"The details don't really matter." She said, causing me to roll my eyes. "What does matter though, is this."

My eyes widened slightly as she pulled a familiar brown sweater out from behind her back, letting it dangle from her index finger. The cold look on her face was enough to make me nervous, but I attempted to hide it. Not that I could, I instantly started fidgeting on the spot, a clear sign of how uncomfortable I was in that moment.

"I...uh...don't know what that is." I stuttered, resisting the urge to punch myself.

"Don't bullshit me Gracie, I know who's this is, I actually took this off him, once upon a time." She replied, causing me to shudder in disgust.

"Just leave it Camille." I sighed, heading into the kitchen. But like every other time, she followed me in, determined to not let it go.

"No, I won't 'leave-it' Grace!"

"Why not?" I demanded, spinning to face her.

"Because, I asked you to make him fall in love with you, not sleep with him!" She exclaimed, narrowing her eyes.

"I didn't sleep with him." I sighed.

"Bullshit." She spat.

"Actually it's not, I didn't sleep with him. Not all girls are like you Camille, we don't all fuck the first guy to compliment us."

As soon as her face fell, I realised what I'd actually said. I hadn't meant for it to slip out, and as good as I felt saying it, I knew it wouldn't have helped anything. She didn't deserve that, some might say that she did, but I knew she didn't. Sure she slept around, but she still felt things. She still got upset when guys disappeared on her, still got excited when she had a date. And despite everything, she'd always been there for me, always listened when I asked her to. So being the one to hurt her was something I wasn't comfortable with.

"Camille, I didn't mean it." I pleaded, crossing my arms.

"You did," She shrugged, her voice quieter. "Otherwise you wouldn't have said it."

"Maybe I did mean it, but I'm still sorry about it."

The room was filled with awkward silence after that. And I found myself hoping she'd say something, anything, a quiet Camille was never good. At least when she was screaming out swear-words or huffing around the room I knew what she was up to, how she felt about it. But right now, I couldn't tell - and it scared me to death.

"Do you like this guy, Grace?" She finally spoke, but it wasn't quite what I expected.

"Huh?"

"Do you like him?"

I paused for a moment, debating on whether I should tell her the truth. But I realised it wouldn't change anything, she'd find out no matter what. "Yeah, yeah I do."

She nodded, staring down at the floor. "And, does he like you?"

"I think so." I hesitatingly replied.

"Well," She dragged out, slowly walking towards me. "Looks like you're out of the plan."

My eyes widened as she handed me the sweater, crossing her arms afterwards. "What?"

"You like him." She stated, smiling slightly. "I can't make you do this, I won't hurt you like that."

"But what about the revenge thingy?"

"Well, it's only one guy, right? I mean, there'll be another guy who'll come and screw me over, when that day comes though, I'll just get one of my stripper friends to do it." She shrugged.

"I'm sorry, I really am. For everything, I know how much this must bother you." I sighed.

"Not as much as you'd think. I mean, sure it sucks that you're falling for a guy who bumped-and-dumped me. And yeah, it really sucks that he's decided to stick around for you. But, I'll get over it. It's no biggie." She reassured.

On some level, a part of me did believe her, it believe that she was over it. But there was another part of me thinking it was too good to be true, the realistic part of my brain. But still, there wasn't much I could do. She was giving me a chance to get out, and god was I taking it. It would definitely take some of the guilt away that's for sure.

"Thank you, for letting me out of it." I said, tilting my head slightly.

"Don't worry about it, you like this guy so you deserve it." She shrugged, pulling me into a tight hug.

"I love you sis." I muttered, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"Love you too Gracie."