Finally :) Chapter 9 is finally here! And I believe it is rather Epic. Or at least I like to believe that HAHA. It is long and where some of the loose ends start to be tied together. Also, sorry it took so long to get it out :S

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Also, as promised… This entire chapter is dedicated to Ella. She was one of my first and my most frequent reviewers. IT really has helped me continue this :)

In fact, all those who have reviewed, no matter how many times you have done… They are all lovely. You keep me writing, you make me feel like what I write matters so, thank you.

Naomi stared at the maths equation on the board. Her eyesight was becoming blurred and she tried to shake it off.

½ x h x b = area of triangle

Still, the words mixed and the sides of the triangle moved upon the board. The room was growing hotter also. Was the air conditioning broken in here? Not again.

Naomi felt a bead of sweat roll down her face before suddenly she fell of her chair. Her mind was blank and her eyes fell shut. However, as soon as she hit the floor, her eyes were open again.

"Naomi? Are you okay?" The maths teacher asked.

"I… think so…" Naomi started while the teacher just nodded his head.

"Ivy, take Naomi to the office to be checked out." He told them both before turning back to the board and started his explanation again.

Ivy, never one to miss an opportunity of getting out of class, automatically stood up. She picked Naomi by the arm and walked her out of the classroom. Once out of the room, Ivy dropped the arm of her 'acquaintance'.

"Dude, what was up with that? Last time I saw someone faint like that was when Adrianna was pregnant!" Ivy laughed. Naomi attempted a hollow laugh but it sounded fake and empty. "You're not pregnant, are you?"

"No… I'm not. Not anymore." Naomi said the last bit so quietly that Ivy was not supposed to hear it. Tears had sprung into Naomi's eyes once again. This was getting ridiculously out of hand.

"What do you mean? Not anymore?" Ivy's laugh had stopped abruptly with a deadly serious look replacing it. "Did you have an abortion?"

"NO! I didn't… I didn't have an abortion because I… I… I miscarried." Tears ran freely down her face now. Remembrance of when the doctor had told he what she already had known was flooding her mind.

Silence of awkwardness filled the air.

"Dude, I'm sorry." Ivy broke the hush and trance immediately.

Ivy sighed and opened a door to an empty classroom. She walked inside before sitting down while motioning Naomi to follow. Naomi sat in a seat opposite.

"So, dude, who was the father?" Ivy asked in her throaty voice, dispersing the awkward.

"I can't say." Naomi told the girl opposite her.

"Why not?" Ivy was now intrigued.

"You wouldn't believe me!"

"Why not?"

"Because… I'm the girl who cried wolf…" Naomi told her. Ivy's eyes grew larger as if a light were going off above her head.

"You had an affair with MR CANNON!" Ivy exclaimed rather than asked the blonde in front of her.

Naomi felt a sob catch in her throat when his name was mentioned and the idea of her consenting to that brute made her shudder. She hated him. She'd never let him do such a thing… except… She had, hadn't she? Twice? In fact, she'd even been carrying his child!

Ivy noted the change in Naomi who had fear struck upon her face. Also, Naomi's whole body was shaking ferociously.

"Naomi? NAOMI!" Ivy waved a hand in front of Naomi's face. "Did Mr Cannon… did he rape you?"

Tears cascaded furiously down Naomi's face as the words were said aloud. She nodded in response… she finally admitted it… So why didn't she feel any better? Why did the tears fall hard and the shakes more violent?

"Are you sure? Because last time, he didn't really sexually harass you, yet you said he had…"

That was why! Naomi had known that it would come… the doubt; the question; the suspicion.

"I know… I don't… I can't… I don't… expect you to… believe me…" Naomi responded, choking on every word escaping her mouth.

As they were said, Ivy knew that Naomi was telling the truth. She knew that one of the most popular, vicious, charismatic, bitchy girls in the school – if not Beverly Hills – had been violated into collateral damage. She had fallen from grace with such a fall that the girl before her was just a wreck of an empty shell.

"I'll help you!" Ivy finally exclaimed as a plan formed in her mind. Mr Cannon was going down.

Naomi walked towards the classroom. Fear was coursing through her veins and sweat was building beneath her long, tangled hair. Her breathing was heavy as was her footsteps.

She reached the door and opened it to find Miles Cannon at his desk, in front of her.

"MR… Mr Cannon…" Naomi stumbled nervously.

She approached the desk and stood in front of it. Her body was shaking ever so slightly but she gulped loudly, as if it would erase the dread she was feeling inside. She looked out the door, almost hoping to see Ivy. Nobody was there so Naomi closed her eyes momentarily before taking a deep breath. She opened her eyes once more and looked at her attacker.

"What can I do for you? My wolf?" Mr Cannon answered. Naomi wasn't sure what scared her most – the pet name of 'wolf', the English accent or when Mr Cannon licked his lips. A feeling of uncertainty surged through her.

"I…I… I wanted to… talk… about… about all the times… the times you… ra- rape… attacked me!" Naomi stuttered. The room was hot around her and the breath was lacking in oxygen, it seemed.

Miles Cannon smiled a small smirk. "Attacked you? I never did. You wanted it! You BEGGED for it! Just like now!"

Next thing Naomi knew, she was running. She tried to get to the door but it seemed to be moving further away, shrinking into the distance. Her feet seemed to have anchors also because she was unable to lift them easily. She felt like she was just making way when a hand grabbed her around the waist. A small scream escaped her lips.

"What you gonna do?"

"I… I'll tell!"

"You're the girl who cried wolf!"

Ivy finally pushed her way into the media room. Dixon had decided to start talking to her and she couldn't get rid of him, no matter how hard she tried. Well that wasn't true. At first she had told him to get lost but then he pulled that hurt face and Ivy found herself making out with him.

That didn't matter now. Yes, she hadn't been here 10 minutes ago like she promised Naomi she would be. She was here now, though. She nodded; hoping, guessing that was okay.

Ivy threw her bag over the back of the sofa before sitting down in front of the computer and opening up the program she wanted. Her fabulous plan was in full swing and she smiled at her genius as the program spent a long time trying to load.

She had planted cameras all around Mr Cannon's room when he was at lunch. After setting them up in about 50 different angles, Ivy had set up the software for her to get a live feed, as well as recording, straight to her user area at school. It was brilliant because all Naomi had to do was go to his room and get him to confess to raping her. She didn't even really have to talk to him; just get him to say yes, he did it.

Finally, the software loaded and all connections were found. Ivy felt her mouth drop and eyes widen in horror as well as disgust. She had not betted on this happening. Awe was written across her face but also anger and guilt. Her mouth was suddenly dry and her brain seemed to explode momentarily. What was happening?

Blinking softly for a couple of seconds, Ivy got some control back and leaped out of the chair. She ran as fast as she could to the corridor she needed to get to.

Just as she arrived at the corner she heard the door of Mr Cannon's room click. She looked down the corridor to see the teacher leave the room, a smirk upon his face. It took every bit of control for Ivy not to attack him.

As soon as he was out of site, Ivy ran to the classroom. She opened the door to see Naomi on the floor – weeping, shaking, choking… dying.

"I'm so sorry…"

Ivy attempted to reach out and touch the girl. Instead, Naomi recoiled and withdrew further into the ball she was making with her body.

"Don't… I… just… you… liar… wolf… slut… I.. deserved…" Naomi muttered incomprehensible.

Ivy wasn't sure whether it was directed at her, directed at anybody. She wasn't sure if Naomi meant to say it aloud or if Naomi even meant to say a word. Guilt etched onto Ivy's face as Naomi broke down further.

This wasn't meant to happen.

The only consolation in all of this was the definite evidence that came…

Was I horrible? I feel horrible for making that happen a third time. And I also feel horrible for the way I ended it. I couldn't think how to wrap up this chapter.

Anyway, only one chapter left. EEK! The last chapter will have many different characters and shizzle like that, so be prepared.

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As for my next piece of writing… I was actually thinking about one of my own :S I have an idea: Imperfecting Perfection. Let me know what you think about that? And watch my page because more ff will be up as well as a web address for my possible story.