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"Alright, I guess I'm gonna have to peel off the big band-aid that's been flapping up and down in the air."

I had went all through French talking about everything under the sun with Cam except what happened on Friday night. I thought I had did pretty well keeping the secret off my face but apparently Cam knew me better than I knew myself. It wasn't that I didn't want to tell him, I did want to tell him. But I just couldn't, I didn't want Cam to feel any pain for me that he didn't need to feel especially when he shared a team with the jerk that was involved.

"Cam, we have classes to go to." I said, as we continued walking. But Cam cut me off, standing in front of me and blocking my way of avoidance with the most serious face I had ever seen him make.

"And I have a best friend who's obviously hiding something from me and I'm not going to that class until that best friend tells me what she's hiding."

I sighed as I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere without telling Cam and maybe it wasn't so bad to tell him. I sat down on the bench that happened to be just a few steps away from where we were and Cam followed suit next to me. I took a few seconds, not knowing where to start and not knowing how to start but like a Band-Aid, I supposed the best way to start was just to rip it off.

"Okay well, Drew had a party on Friday and I went-"

"Summer, you promised!" Cam interrupted.

"Yeah, I know and looking back on it now, I wish I would've just stayed at home. I just didn't know how to say no to Drew. But that's neither here nor there, I went and I was waiting for Drew and someone had pushed me and then two people held me up against the wall. At that moment, I knew who it was. Luke. He was still mad about the last party and about the hallway thing and I guess he wanted to show me a lesson. So, with his two minions holding me so that I couldn't fight back, his hands just went all over me." As I told the story, anger flowed through my veins, like it did the other twelve times this weekend the scene played over in my head but I continued, "Everyone was around but the music was so loud and it was so dark that no one could see or hear what was happening. I was there being touched and invaded in front of everyone and even though no one saw it I felt like everyone saw it. Everyone saw me. And I still feel like that. When I walk through the hallway now, I feel like everyone is staring at me and talking about what happened."

Cam stared at me as I talked and when I finished, he just put his arm around me. Instead of sobbing like I would have if there was still trash all over the mental lawn I had, I ended up being just plain angry. I had went past the sadness stage to the wanting to punch Luke in the face stage.

Luckily for me and not so luckily for him, he'd just so happen to be walking past us, alone without any athlete groupies. As he did, I pulled away from Cam and ran up to Luke, pushing him against the wall.

"You fucking dirtbag." Was all that could come out of my mouth. My anger was so high that my brain wasn't fully working enough for me to come out with the speech. The smile on his face showed that he wouldn't really care anyways.

"I love it when you talk dirty to me." He laughed.

"Luke, how could you?" Cam's voice broke in.

"I don't want to hear your goody-two-shoes defense, Rookie. You don't get it. This slut here, she wanted me. You didn't see her but she was all over me at that party. She was so close to going upstairs with me. And now I gave her what she wanted and I'm a monster."

"You keep calling me a slut and it's only because I didn't want you and you know that. It hurts your little ego that I didn't want your dick that's just as small."

"No, shut up-"

I could tell I was hurting him and even though this is going to make me sound like a horrible person, I enjoyed it, "Nope, just like I asked you to stop and you kept going, you kept touching me and you knew it hurt me. Who are you without your Ice Hounds? They're not here now and you're useless. You're getting your feelings hurt by a girl who didn't want you. No one would want you if you weren't on the Ice Hounds. Because without them you're just an asshole, which is what I see you as anyways. You're worth is valued in the girls you slept with and your team and right now, your team isn't here and I'm a girl who still hasn't slept with and who doesn't want to sleep with you so right now, you're worth nothing."

"You weren't saying that when-"

"When I was making out with you? Yeah I know, because I was drunk. You keep bringing that up to make yourself feel better but I was drunk! And if you have to use that time I was drunk and made out with you as an excuse to believe that I want you, it shows just how pathetic you are."

I could tell from his eyes that I hurt his feelings but I could also tell that he was furious and would only come out with something just as hurtful if not more.

"Yeah but I've touched you in places no guy has and I'll always the first to have touched you there, you can't get rid of me no matter how hard you want to. I'll always be a part of you now."

He was right and that made me pissed. So pissed that I couldn't open my mouth. So pissed that I could only ball up my right fist and using all the anger I had built up plus all the anger that he built up in me with that statement, push my fist right into his face. His mouth let out a grunt of pain as his nose let out blood that also transferred onto my knuckles.

"And now no matter how hard you want your nose to heal the right way and look the same, I'll always be a part of your broken and crooked nose."

Luke was in too much pain to continue the conversation and walked away with his hand covering his nose. I knew he wouldn't go to nurse or tell his buddies because he'd have to deal with the "you got punched by a girl" teases all the time and his ego was too big for that. He'd also probably try to avoid me so that he wouldn't have to see me and be faced with the fact that I punched him in the face and won. So, he'd be haunted by me and I'd be haunted by him. It wouldn't be easy to put it behind me but there was nowhere to go but forward away from this. I got my revenge and though it was nothing like what Luke put me through mentally, it was enough that I knew that he knew what I was going through in one way or another. He'd know what it felt like to be touched by someone and to be haunted by that touch. Every time he'd look at his nose, he'd see me and then maybe he'd see what he did to me and would regret it. That last part was wishful thinking but maybe someday, if Luke Baker ever turned into a decent human being, it wouldn't be so wishful.