Half the school hour was h.e.l.l, boring and a mess to me. It was only Clara who always makes being here lively with her laughs and others. Plus the sneerful eye contact I received from Thompson and Co.

Clara didn't sit with me during cla.s.ses and was not in the cla.s.s either which is unlike her. As I walked to where we normally sit during break period before we head to M'don café, I overheard her telling Amara Molson about the big bag she kept in the front of the cla.s.s.

When I walked over to them, Amara excused herself, I expected Clara to lash out on me for unknown reasons or better explain why is she giving me this unexpected s.p.a.ce or a great explanation of why she snubbed me during the a.s.sembly.

As I sit beside her. "What's wrong?". I ask her as the quietness from her is very disturbing, isn't this girl the girl I spent 24 hours after the incident with Mike, after being fooled by... G.o.d! I can't get myself to think about that. Though it was hard explaining to dad whom I spent the night with, with her help he let it slide.

Clara didn't say anything, she just kept staring at her hands as if not sure how to begin.

"Plan b was a fail". Clara says softly and I gasp unsure if I heard her right.

"What do you mean?". I ask and she said.

"They still have the video".

"Jesus, we deleted everything"