Someone had glued tacks to the bottom of her shoes. They must have. Because every step she took into that school caused her to feel sharp pain, pains she had never imagined before.

She hadn't even seen any of them yet, but she already felt like she had been stabbed in the heart by a knife. A knife that no doubt would be their cruel words. She had heard the evil things Bryce had done, and Justin. But besides them, she knew that she had been one of the worst.

Alex would probably be the first one to confront her. After all, he seemed to have cared about Hannah the most. At least, it seemed that way from the tapes. She thanked God himself that Clay hadn't received the tapes yet. As far as she knew, Sheri would be getting them any day now. Depending how fast her package traveled.

She had already taken three weeks off school, and she wouldn't be able to convince her parents to let her miss any more.

So she entered the high school that day. For the first time since Hannah killed herself. For the first time since she left him. And for the first time since she had made that terrible, terrible mistake.

So she walked through the school. Cautious and scared.

"Ophelia."

She froze in step as she heard her name being called. She didn't bother turning around. And apparently she didn't need to. The person who called her name walked in front of her, now standing in her view.

Jessica Davis. She looked heartbroken, or devastated, whatever you feel when a former friend kills themself.

"We need to talk" she said.

"I need to go to the office" Ophelia said quickly. "I need to-to get my make up work."

Jessica ignored her. "Was it true what she said? About Monty? About Rep Night?"

Ophelia swallowed. "Is what she about Bryce true? About the party?"

Jessica took a deep breath. "Of course not."

Ophelia nodded. "Same here."

Ophelia strides forward. Jessica caught her by the arm. "The others want to talk to you too."

"The others?"

"Everyone who's listened so far."

"I have nothing to talk about."

"Regardless of how it happened, your boyfriend still did what he did to her. Two days before she killed herself. If he gets caught, this lawsuit will swallow all of us."

Ophelia muttered something under her breath.

Jessica asked. "What was that?"

"Ex" she clarified, "My ex-boyfriend."

She pulled her arm away, and continued her strides.

"You need help" Jessica called after her. "Let me help you."

Ophelia just shut her eyes tightly, and marched on.