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"That's sexual assault!" Mara blurts out. "You need to tell someone."

She and Codie walk with me from breakfast. It's the next morning.

I still feel shaken up from last night's events, and I've already thanked Codie too many times to count. I may not like her, but she saved me.

And for that, I can never repay her.

I didn't look in Harvey's direction this morning. He may think I'm a coward, but really it's just because I can't stand to look at him. He disgusts me.

"I don't want to cause problems." I say to Mara, and she glares at me.

"First of all, they'd find out from the truth serum anyways." She argues.

Good point, I have to admit.

"Secondly, what he did can't be overlooked. Someone has to punish that dirtbag."

I object. "It's not like he raped me or anything. He was just asking me questions, he didn't even touch me or-"

Codie breaks in. "You were naked. In the girls bathroom. That has to count for something."
"Harassment maybe," Mara suggests. "Invasion of privacy. Being a major dickhead, I don't know! He must've violated some rule of general human ethics."

My head is spinning. When I woke up this morning, I tried to figure out if this all actually happened, or if I'd just dreamt it. But I saw the white robe Codie gave me, lying next to me bed and knew it was true.

I could never make it up to her. She's selfless, Abnegation. She helped me.

It's her instinct, after all.


We walk into the room where our lectures are held. Bianca stands in the front of the room, chalk in hands, head held high.

"She needs to remove the pole from her butt," Mara whispers.

I laugh. Leave it up to Mara to change the mood of a situation.

The class is long and boring, and I exchange yawns with my friends when Bianca isn't looking. It's just another one of her lengthy lessons. Nothing exciting.

Xavier glances at me a couple of times, and the butterflies return to my stomach. I try to force them out but they keep coming back.

Each time he looks at me, I return his gaze to let him know I'm aware of his watching. He always turns away.

The class ends with a snap of Bianca's fingers. Once the lecture is dismissed, she becomes less intimidating. Almost like a completely different person.

Mara looks at me expectantly.

I know what I have to say, and who I have to say it to.

Our instructor walks down the hallway, briskly. I struggle to catch up, and when I do I look directly into her icy blue eyes.

My statement has to be taken seriously.

"I need to talk to you about something." I say, a note of urgency in my voice.