She wants your silence

"I've given her a mild sedative," the nurse says quietly. "It's calmed her down. She should rest but she insists on speaking to you."

You nod your understanding and enter the examining room as Nurse Wulf closes the door behind you. Chanel lies on her side, her knees bent and her hands clenched under her chin. She looks at you with anxious eyes that still hold a trace of the fear you saw earlier.

"Thank you Mr. Sharp," she murmurs softly. "Thank you so much for taking care of me. I'm such a stupid girl sometimes."

"You had a shock, there's nothing stupid about that," you say, giving her a reassuring smile.

"I shouldn't have got so hysterical, I feel so stupid." Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears as she looks up at you.

"You've had a lot happen to you. Not just this incident, but the other things you told me. That's a lot for anyone to deal with, let alone someone your age."

"Yes...about that...it's why I wanted to talk to you...you see...oh God this is so embarrassing...I was being stupid Mr. Sharp...Oh God...I made it up..."

"You made it up? You made what up?"

"Everything...except for the prank...everything I said...about being attacked...and seeing Ronnie...all of that...I can be stupid and dramatic sometimes...I got so upset when I saw Jo-Jo...saw what they did to him...and I...I don't know why I did but I made it up...I'm so sorry Mr. Sharp...." she holds out a hand in supplication, her tearful face pleading for you to believe her lies.

"Really?" you say, taking her slender hand in yours, "It sounded so much like the truth when you were saying it. Are you sure that you were making it up Chanel?"

"Oh God...I'm so sorry Mr. Sharp...I'm such a drama queen sometimes...ever since I was a little girl...I can't seem to stop myself...none of what I said was true...please forget I said it...and forgive me...please Mr. Sharp..." she gives your hand a soft squeeze as she appeals to you.

"You said some very serious things Chanel. That you were ****, right here on school grounds. That you saw a girl ****, a girl who was later killed. I need to report this."

"You mustn't!" she squeaks, the fear in her eyes very real and very strong. "I was lying! Stupid attention seeking lies! Oh please Mr. Sharp, please ignore what I said! Oh God I'm so stupid!"

"Were you Chanel? You were **** to convince me then. Almost as **** as you are now, trying to tell me you were lying. I'm not sure what to believe. I should tell Ms. Naylor and Dean Hawkfeather what you've told me."

"No! Oh God No!" she says frantically, squeezing your hand hard as her other hand reaches out as if to beg for mercy. "I'll look so stupid when they find I was lying. Please Mr. Sharp, please keep this between us, please don't tell about my lies..." she starts to sob softly, tears trickling down her pretty cheeks, her chin wobbling as she cries.

"I don't know..." you say with a pretence of wavering doubt in your voice. She squeezes your hand harder, her other hand touching your chest and tracing down your torso as she whimpers.

"Please Mr. Sharp...don't tell...don't embarrass me...I'll look so stupid...and who knows what Ms. Naylor or the Dean would do...Please Mr. Sharp...can't we keep this between us? Like it never happened? Just our secret?" she says as her hand reaches your crotch, her fingers gently exploring the growing bulge in your pants.