A/N: So…I’m somewhat back? *hides and cringes* I’m sorry but my muse was dead and somehow resuscitated (right around Easter too….hmm) just when I had to do a boatload of homework….but it pestered and pestered so here I am.

The ride to Denise’s house was silent for the most part. I could tell Bea was worried by her shooting me sidelong glances every so often until we got to Denise’s where she had already been informed there was a code red so she was pacing outside until she saw the headlights. She rushed to the passenger side where I was taking off my boots with shaky hands. Dammit, that traitorous arrogant prick was still on my mind, I needed to get him out of my head. One moment of idiocy made me feel like a used old rag and GOD that sounds a hell of a lot like a something I’d hear in health class. While I was in my head, I was led to Denise’s room by two concerned friends. I had the urge to pound my head against the wall. A really big urge.

“Um…Fi-fi? What happened at the party?” Denise had commenced the Talk that I really didn’t want to have right now. I sighed, just suck it up and tell them what happened.

“He used me.” I winced at the connotation and hurried to amend it before they started taking action, “I meant he just lured me in there to become the center of attention to the asshole of a host.” I could feel the burning sensation in my eyes and I squeezed my eyelids shut. That did not help. At all. All I could see was that scene playing over and over. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit! Bea engulfed me in a hug and then Denise piled on top of us. Once they stopped suffocating me, Denise looked me over carefully as if trying to imitate Superman’s X-ray vision talent. I squirmed as I tried to bury any and all evidence of everything else that happened including the incident that will not be spoken of ever again.

“Is that all that happened?” Aw crap, she found me out. Mayday, mayday, I need some acting skills. Okay, play it off. Deep breaths.

“Yeah, we were dancing when the shit hit the fan. You know normal party overall.” Denise looked at me suspiciously but backed off.

“Hmm…okay. So, I vote for some ice cream and some comedies to watch.! Go take a shower and I’ll get you some clothes to wear.” Bea stayed silent with a pensive look on her face which made me curious as to what she was thinking about or maybe who she was thinking about. Denise pushed me to her bathroom and shouted to Bea to pick out some movies.

In school, I was absolutely miserable considering I was trying to avoid Jimmy and Gavin AND trying to contain my moodiness to myself. Alex just kind of followed me around and listened to my extensive rants against whatever schoolwork I had. Today was the day I would have to tutor Gavin which wasn’t a pleasant thought. In fact, I almost wanted to just skip it but that would be cowardly and I’m not going to let him think I was broken up about that night. Actually, I was trying to contain all the anger I had to unleash on him with my math skills or rather our math textbook. A smirk spread on my face as I envisioned hitting him with my math textbook. I’ll show him, he should’ve never tried to mess with me.

The day seemed to fly by and then the hour of truth had come. I’m not going to lie; I was nervous as heck but again, I will be victorious. An image of me flashing the victory sign while stepping on Gavin’s face cheered me up slightly as I walked into the library. The atmosphere in the library felt tense and I was not happy with that.

I sat down at the regular table and waited for him. I took out my textbook, calculator, and paper but I didn’t do anything with them. I didn’t feel like doing my homework while waiting for his lazy butt. I took out my CD player and started listening to a random mix off of my computer I burned this morning. I tapped my pencil lightly on the desk to the tune of the Goo Goo Dolls blaring. Suddenly, as the last notes of the song played, I felt a sick sinking in my stomach. I straightened up and turned around to see him staring back at me.

I gritted my teeth at the strange intuitiveness I had with him. Sheesh, I mean I don’t want to be aware of him at all times. In fact, I don’t want to be aware of him at all. He took a seat and took his earphones out of his pocket and opened his book bag to look for his book. I raised an eyebrow at the action but didn’t comment.

“What’s the homework?” He growled out as if he were being offended by the textbook. Again I was tempted to give him a look but I just answered instead.

“It’s Chapter 6, all the evens on page 54 and 21, 25, 26, and 29 on the next page.” I replied in a bit of a cool tone. I stared at my book as he looked for the pages. This is so not the way I thought it would go. I know why I’m angry but what crawled up his ass and died? He seems as happy as a cat stuck in the rain and then forced to be confined in a room for a couple of hours without food. Whatever, I’m just here to babysit and answer questions that he never has. I lean back in my chair and turn up the volume of my CD player to drown out the silence. I close my eyes and completely disregard my homework in front of me.

I don’t care if the librarian gives me a nasty look or thinks I‘m a bad tutor. She should appreciate the silence since we’re usually arguing to the dickens until she gets fed up. After around 10 minutes, I check my watch to see how much time I have left in this prison of a school. I close my eyes again as I realize I have some more time to kill. I skipped a couple of songs until I landed on one I was happy with. I hummed a couple of verses until I felt Gavin slam his book close. I blinked in surprise as I met his eyes that were furious. I paused my music and took off my headphones so they rested on my neck.

“Do you want to end the session early?” I asked in a mock sweet voice as he glared at me with intense green eyes. Uh, does that sounds a bit messed up since, oh I don’t know, I was the one who got humiliated in my family’s enemy’s home and not the other way around. I should be glaring at him with vicious eyes not him at me. He stood up and I had to look up at him to keep eye contact. No intimidation shown here, no siree.

“No, we have to talk.” Gavin declared in a low voice. This time, I didn’t hide my eyebrow raise as I heard the famous last words of a couple that we certainly were not come out of his mouth. I laughed at the irony of this situation. It was insanely reversed and somewhat messed up but somehow I couldn’t feel indignant at all about it. It…fit us. Well, there is no us but I just mean the predicament we are both in. I try to stop laughing by resorting to snorting and holding in my guffaws so my shoulders shook with the effort.

Gavin just looked angrier by the minute while I was wondering if I had truly lost my mind and making this whole scenario up in my head. Maybe I was still in the funny farm on a huge amount of drugs that made me dream this up…nah, I’m not THAT creative or pathetic. Gavin stormed out of the library while I was still sitting down clutching my stomach out of agony. Once I gained control of my laugh attack, I figured I should go find him and drag him back into the library to pick up his crap because I certainly wasn’t going to carry it. I looked around and didn’t find him so I walked outside to search. I was getting annoyed. I’m doing him an almost favor while he’s having a conniption fit about something. I should be the one being huffy but no, something crawled up his ass, multiplied, got stuck, and died. I found him by the bushes around the parking lot, smoking and pacing. Oh joy, we have an addict on our hands now. Can you feel the sarcasm?

“You left your stuff in the library, and I’m pretty sure it’s time to end our tutoring session so I’m going to go. Have fun with screwing up your lungs and PMSing.” That came out a bit too biting. Oh well, he’s not the only one having a bad day. I start going back to the building to grab my bag I left by the doors.

“Fiona, we still need to talk.” This again? C’mon, it’s getting old fast. I turn around to face him again and sigh in a condescending way…I learned from the best after all.

“What? You want to talk so much, then talk. It’s not like I have to go somewhere.” I roll my eyes in contempt. He’s pissing me off. I was in such a good mood too.

“Stop being a bitch. It’s not you.” My jaw dropped slightly at his little comment. It’s not me? Since when does he know me so well? Since he manipulated me into going to a party where he led me on so he could have his fun? Ha. Yeah, he knows me alright.

“It’s not me? Stop being such an asshole, you don’t want to start showing your true colors now. Don’t you have some other girl to manipulate? Or was I just special?” I sneered, unleashing that anger I was bottling up before. Gavin stared at me hard, then twisted his facial features into a cold, hard mask.

“I didn’t manipulate you. You’re just saying that to make yourself feel better. Fiona, what happened at the party was a mistake.” Somehow that last word felt like someone was stabbing me with a bunch of needles continuously until I would give in. I swallowed loudly, my throat suddenly dry.

“A mistake? That was a trap. That was low. You could’ve just insulted me, blackmailed me, I don’t really care, you could’ve done something else but you chose that out of everything.” Gavin looks down but I can still see his stony features.

“I was paid to do it. I don’t-” I made a halting noise. This is over. I’m sick of this…whatever we have between us…it’s dead and buried.

“Don’t give excuses. All it means is you have a price. A mistake,” I chuckled without a trace of humor and forced myself to finish. “I might’ve been a mistake but at least I don’t jump at a bid. I stand my ground even though I might be wrong.” I walked away, not caring what his expression was or if I got through to him at all because it’s all over now. Whatever it was, it’s gone.