Author's Note: I changed the location of Emma/Will's part in Like a Virgin due to what to do with Savannah.

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I was in English class working on my essay for The Giver; when I heard snickers behind me. I turned around and saw Vanessa's new "friends": Brenda Carson, Kelly Ronald & Addison Clarkson. I turned back around and rolled my eyes. I'm really getting tired of this shit.

"I heard she slept with some seniors from the high school," Addison gossiped. "Not just any seniors; but the lowlife seniors."

"What a whore," Brenda replied. During all this, I kept staring at Austin. How could he take part in all of this? If he hadn't told Vanessa, none of this would've happened. I sighed a big sigh (which caused some stares). The bell rang and I breathed a relieved breath.

I was in the choir room at the high school waiting for my dad to finish his paperwork. Rachel, Quinn, that one girl who got on my case at Sectionals & some other girl & Mercedes (I think) were discussing boys and sex. Rachel mentioned that her boyfriend was pressuring her for sex and refused a Care Bear or something.

"How do I stop a guy from getting mad for saying no," Rachel asked.

"Just do what I do," The Sectionals chick said. "Never say no."

"Exactly," the other girl agreed. "I mean, what's the worst that could happen?" Quinn gave her a look. "Sorry, Quinn."

"Look," Mercedes said. "The last guy I dated was mayor of Gay Town; and I can't wait for a guy to get mad at me for saying 'no'." Then some other girl that I didn't notice started speaking about her boyfriend making her wear tight clothing...and I thought I had problems!

"I'm thinking about doing Madonna," my dad said, blankly; that night at home.

"Excuse me," I asked whilst I ate my dinner.

"For this week's glee club lesson; the guys have been treating the girls wrong...and that's wrong."

"You heard that conversation?"

"You did?"

"I was there; but I was a ghost as usual."

"No guy should be treating you that way; and if they do I'll take care of it."

"No worries, dad; no guy will have power over me." I reassured him. Yes, Austin had pressured me, but I swore that I'll never let that happen again.

I was in the Cafeteria eating alone-again—writing in my notebook; when Vanessa and her squad came up to my table.

"Hey, slut," Vanessa said, which made her friends snicker.

"What do you want, Vanessa," I asked, annoyingly.

"So I heard about your rendezvous with some of the guys down at the rusty ol' motel…"

"Really…that's the best you can do?" I questioned her.

"I didn't make it up," she lied. "You shouldn't hide your true self."

"Ok," I said. "I'll play along." I closed my notebook and intertwined my hands. "So these 'guys' you speak of; are they imaginary like your friends?"

"My friends aren't imaginary…they're right here, you see?" she points at her goons.

"Sure…ok; let's go with that."

"Look, hoe; you need to be put in your place."

"And why…just because I. Had. Sex?" That sounded weird coming out of my mouth. Never thought I'd say that ever.

"Uh, yeah; you're just a little whore who won't have any friends unless they're skanks too." Seriously, what's the deal with her about this? Is she jealous that she wasn't the first to lose it out of all of us?

"What's your deal, Vanessa?" Seriously, though.

"Just stop it ok." Vanessa and her "posse" started to turn away when Vanessa turned around. "Why don't you do everyone a favor and just disappear." Then she turned around and they left laughing.

I was lying on my bed, secretly crying. Couldn't do it out loud, because then my dad would hear and then he would find out the whole situation. I can't have that. Why couldn't my real friends be here? Jenna was perfect for this; she always caught Vanessa on her shit. Ryder, even if it was embarrassing; he would find ways to comfort me. In fact, he might kick Austin's ass for all of this. UGH.

I stared at the pictures I put on my wall near my bed of my friends & I (and some family pictures as well). I saw one of Vanessa and me on there. I ripped it off, angrily and ripped it into pieces and threw it away. I don't NEED this negative energy—I DON'T!

I switched to my PJs and stared at the mirror on my closet door. My face was red from all the crying. Think about something different, Savannah. Don't let her take over. I tried to smile, but couldn't take it.

Later, that night; Dad knocked on my door. "Hey, kiddo." He said.

"Yeah, dad," I said, calmly; hiding my tears and sad voice.

"I'm going out; can you make sure the door is locked behind me?"

"Yeah…sure…"

"Thanks." He walked away from my door to get his jacket and headed towards the door. I followed him and we said our goodbyes and I locked the door after him. I went to the living room and lied down on the couch with the TV on. I must've fallen asleep or something, because I woke up being the next day and it was—9A.M…GREAT, late for school! Why didn't my dad wake me up or something? Did he ever make it home?

Was it bad that I didn't want to hurry up and go to school? After I woken up, I went and looked for a note or something; I than looked on my phone for texts and there was two from my father.

"Hey Sav, didn't wake you up early today; you seemed tired, BUT get up on time and make it to school…love you."

From: Dad 6:30A.M.

"Just making sure you made it to school; love you."

From: Dad 8:00A.M.

Well, that was nice. How am I going to explain that I missed school by accident, but also on purpose? Ah, forget it. I'll just say I went straight home today and go to school tomorrow. Why does life suck so much?

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