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"Emily?" Chrissie asked again.

Trembling, I put my phone away and unlocked the cubicle door. "I'm not feeling great," I muttered as I washed my hands. Catching sight of myself in the mirror, I almost flinched at how pale I'd gone.

"What the hell happened?" Jasmine asked.

"I think I ate something funny," I lied easily. "I gotta go."

"Here," Jasmine offered her arm. "I'll walk you to the nurse."

Crap. I couldn't see a way out of it, so I took her arm, clutching my stomach as if I was ill. "Thanks," I said. We slowly made our way towards the nurse's office, but on the way I saw Nick approaching from down the corridor. He was possibly the last thing I'd ever want to see at that point.

He spotted me instantly, and I knew I wouldn't be able to avoid him. Grinning in triumph, he passed me without a word. I glared at him, but I couldn't make a scene in front of Jasmine.

"Heya Nick," Jasmine said.

"Hey. What's up with Emily?" he asked.

"Not feeling well," I muttered.

"What's wrong?"

Anger boiled in my stomach, I had to fight down the urge to lunge at him. "I think I ate something weird," I said.

Nick nodded knowingly, smirking. "Well, get well soon," he said, carrying on down the corridor.

"Thanks," I replied through gritted teeth.

We reached the nurse's office what seemed like an eternity later, and I sat down on one of the waiting chairs. Luckily, it seemed like the nurse had gone to lunch. Jasmine poured two cups of water from the water cooler and handed one to me. "Do you want me to wait?" she asked.

"No thanks, I'll be fine."

"Ok. I'll see you later then." She downed her cup of water, smiled a goodbye and left.

"See you," I muttered.

I waited a minute after she left before I chucked my cup in the bin and walked out, seething. I kept glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one saw me leaving, and I didn't stop until I was out of the school gates and at least a few blocks away.

Sitting down on a park bench, I clutched my head in my hands as thoughts raced through my brain. If someone googled my name, that was pretty much the first thing that came up. I was never going to be able to get a job. Liam would find out eventually. Hell, my parents were going to find out!

I've got no idea how long I sat there for, but when I finally looked up, I realized where I was. It was exactly the same bench that Liam had first kissed me on. Jesus, that feels like a lifetime ago, I thought to myself, even though it couldn't have been more than a week. No wonder Liam was hurt - I'd slept with three other people in the six days we'd been an item.

I'm such a fucking slut, I groaned inwardly.