It felt so sore 'down there' I was almost worried. As I shut the door to my dorm I noticed Ava wasn't there so I changed into my pajamas and fell into bed. I was so hungry, but I was too tired to go eat. I just wanted to curl up and die.

I felt so terrible; I had lost my virginity for popularity and control. I sounded like an evil, maniacal slut. What was I going to tell my teenage daughter when she asked about losing her virginity? Would I have to lie? Well, I've been doing that a lot lately.

I didn't want to be here. Valencia was not the school for me. I needed to escape, go somewhere else and start over. I listened to Chris's voice mail from last night. He said he was transferring again except this time to a brand new academy called Prescott Academy. It was for boys and girls. Maybe, I could talk my parents into letting me transfer. I mean, I could NOT stay here any longer. This place was sucking out my soul and now I was no longer a virgin. I felt so… pathetic.

I glanced at my sex boots in the corner and I felt as if I was about to throw up. Did I really degrade myself for Jordan? For popularity? I felt sick to my stomach especially when I thought of Jillian and what she must think of this whole thing.

That's it. I had to transfer.

You know when I really did throw up? When I thought of Craig and how I treated him like crap...

Was there a way to fix this?

Author's Note:

Thanks for reading this book. I know it was terrible, but it was the first book I had actually committed to all the way. I'm thinking of a sequel, perhaps at Prescott Academy with Chris. It would be better though.