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to sleep. So, I reached for my iPod, plugged in my ear buds and blasted some music.  At least for a while I could forget about everything and just get lost in the sound.

Chapter Eight
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    “I don’t mean to be a bitch, but V, you look like shit.”
    I barely looked up at Dahlia as the three of us made our way across the quad to the school doors.
    “I haven’t been sleeping all that well lately.”
    Ivy dug into her purse, and then handed a small tube to me. I looked at it. It was hemorrhoid cream.
    “What’s this for?”
    “It helps get rid of the black and baggage.” She pointed to my eyes.
    I put the tube in my pocket for later, when I could get to the washroom.  We kept walking, but I sped up a little when I noticed that we would be going by the boys. I put my gaze on the ground, but I still couldn’t stop seeing Jordan with his nose taped. Devon must’ve busted it.
    Nick was waving our way and I expected Ivy to go rushing over to him. But she didn’t. She turned her head and looked everywhere but at Nick.
    Dahlia waved and Isaac gave her a little finger wave and grinned.
    “What’s with you two?’ Dahlia asked Ivy.
    “It wasn’t working,” she said.
    “You were only going out for what, a week?”
    She put her hand up to her mouth and whispered. “He’s got a really small dick.”
    Dahlia and I burst out laughing.
    “I can’t believe you already know that,” I said, shaking my head.
    “Hey, I like to know what I’m working with right away. That way I’m not wasting my time.”
    “Is sex all that matters to you?” I asked. There must’ve been a tone in my voice because both Ivy and Dahlia gave me a look.  Ivy actually looked wounded.
    “No,” she said, “It’s just, it happens real quick for me.  How long was it before you slept with Jordan?”
    “Seven months at least.”
    “Oh.” She looked away from me and examined her nails. “I guess I just don’t have your amazing will power.”
    I knew I hurt her, but I had to admit I just didn’t care right now. I had my own shit to deal with.
    “Wow, Jordan’s nose still looks awful,” Dahlia commented as we mounted the steps to the main doors.
    “I’m surprised Devon hasn’t bought it yet,” Ivy said with a snide little smirk.
    “Has he even been at school?” Dahlia asked.
    Ivy nodded. “I saw him in class yesterday.”
    “When Jordan catches up to him, he’s hamburger.”
    “I think Devon can take care of himself.” I didn’t like that they sounded as if they were defending Jordan. Devon had come to my aid. He had stopped Jordan from slapping me or worse.  Everyone should be giving him a medal instead of waiting for him to get the shit kicked out of him.
    “You his big fan now or something?” Dahlia lifted her eyebrow in question.
    “Well he did stop Jordan from hurting me, so yeah, kinda.”
    “You’ve got the hots for him.” She poked me in the side.
    “No, I don’t.”  I could feel my cheeks reddening, remembering that I had masturbated in the bathroom in the library over him.
    “You get that look in your eye when we talk about him.”
    “What look?”
    “The one that says, fuck me silly.”
    I sighed. “Let’s get off the subject, okay?”
    “Sure.”
    We entered the school.
    “So we still going out tonight?”
    I smiled. “Oh yeah. I totally need it.”
    Ivy frowned. “Where are you going?”
    “Patrick is taking Vi and me out tonight to some club,” Dahlia said.
    Ivy’s frown deepened. “Why didn’t you ask me to go?”
    “Aren’t you going to your dad’s for the weekend?” I said. “Or I would’ve.”
    “Oh yeah, right.” She scowled. “I wonder if he’d notice if I snuck out?”
    Dahlia laughed. “Probably.”
    “All right. Later skanks.” Ivy rushed down the hall to hit her first class.
    I was about to go right to my first class when Dahlia grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Tell me what’s going on.”
    “I can handle it.”
    “Are you sure? You