I don't stop when I exit the house.

I run further down the lawn, my eyes blurry with tears. I move through the darkness, the voices yelling to me in the background.

She sent that video to everyone.

Now everyone is probably laughing at what an idiot I am.

They're all probably sharing it with their friends.

And I feel as idiotic as I looked.

And it's all Shelby's fault.

Honestly, why would she do that? I thought the guys said she wasn't to be worried about. I guess she wouldn't ever touch a hair on their perfect heads with their rich family. She wouldn't mess with them. Me on the other hand, she wants to ruin my life. Her first step in that was a success.

There's a park only a short way down the road from Drew's house. I turn into it, now slowing down. Nobody seems to be out here this late. I wipe my eyes on my sleeves, stepping over to a tree near the back fence.

I sit down, bringing my knees up to my chest, and I bury my face in them.

I picture the video again and again in my mind. I picture the reactions of everyone that has seen it. More tears come faster and faster.

The few people that used to say three words to me aren't even going to want to be seen within ten feet of me anymore.

And I still can't believe Shelby did this to me.

"Lili!"

I don't lift my head. I stay put, not wanting to be seen in this state. Then again, I looked pretty horrible in that video.

"Lili, where are you?" The voice is Drew's.

He's going to laugh and tell me I'm a loser.

He's going to tell me I can't hang out with them.

He's never going to look at me the same again.

"Lili, come on! Where are you?" He yells, not too far from here.

My teachers may even be watching that video right now. Caleb's probably really enjoying that video right now, since he hates my guts. I feel the most embarrassed I ever have. I feel like crap.

My face is probably an ugly blotchy red color right now because of my tears, but they won't stop. My mascara is probably halfway down my face, just adding to the great look.

"There you are," Drew's voice draws nearer.

I barely lift my head from my arms and see him walking up the hill towards me. He looks sad. He looks even angry.

He sits beside me and rests his back against the tree trunk. He puts his arm around me and holds me close. I put my face in his sweatshirt and more stupid tears come out.

"Hey," he says quietly. "It's okay."

I shake my head. He doesn't understand. Hardly anyone likes me as it is. Now nobody will, none.

"Shelby's a freaking idiot," he says taking a deep breath. I can tell he's having a hard time controlling his anger towards the subject.

"I'm a freaking idiot," I whisper, barely audible. "You saw the video."

"Lili," he sighs. "I don't care. I don't care if everyone in the world told me to hate you because you're ugly trash. I don't care if you wear a trash sack as a dress. I don't care if you wore your hair like that everyday. You're still the most amazing person I've ever known," Drew says, lifting my chin and looking into my eyes. "I absolutely want you to sing to me everyday, though. You have a beautiful voice."

I let out a small laugh, my face turning redder if even possible. "Because that video sure showed my vocal skill."

"It showed enough," he smiles.

I wipe my eyes off again, looking down. "Sorry I just ran away like that."

"I would have too," he shrugs. "Besides, I always love rescuing pretty ladies in the rain."

"It's not raining," I tilt my head in confusion.

His eyes widen. "Yeah it is."

I look up, and sure enough a raindrop falls on my cheek, then another and another. It's only now that I notice my shirt and jeans are practically soaked through.

"That's awkward," I grin. "I didn't even realize."

"Lets go back over to my house and get dried up. That alright?" Drew asks, watching me carefully.

So long as I don't have to come face to face with anyone until I'm cleaned up. "Sure."

We walk side by side back down the street, but end up running when the rain comes down harder.

Drew jumps into a puddle and get me even more wet. I kick water from the same puddle at him and run ahead of him. I'm almost up to his house when he tackles me into the grass. I let out a scream as I collide with the ground. He falls on top of me but catches himself. He laughs, and so do I. He smiles, his eyes sparkling. I stare at them, at a loss of words.

"Hey, Drew- oh.... This is awkward." A new voice says.

Drew gets off of me and I get out of the wet grass. I brush off my jeans and find Danny standing in the doorway watching us in curiosity.

"Lets get dried off, shall we?" Drew asks, gesturing towards the door.

"Sure," I nod, feeling my cheeks go pink as I walk past Danny. I see him smirk out of the corner of my eye.

Drew leads me directly up the stairs and down a narrow hallway to a door on the left. He pushes it open and it becomes apparent that this is his room.

He walks to a dresser, where he pulls out a t shirt and sweatpants. He throws them at me and I catch them with ease.

"Put those on," he instructs, getting back to his drawer.

"But they're-"

"Mine, yeah. It's fine," he winks. "You can change in the bathroom."

I reluctantly open the door to the bathroom and walk inside. I almost scream when I see my reflection. My hair is matted and ugly, my face is red, and my mascara is most definitely smeared and running.

I turn on the faucet and wash off my face with cold water, drying it off on the towel by the sink. I throw on the sweats and t shirt that smell very much the same as Drew. They're too big, so the shirt comes down to my butt and the pants are rolled at the waist. I untangle my hair with my fingers then open the door and leave.

Drew's already dressed as well, in an identical t shirt and jeans. He smiles and laughs.

"We're twinning," he says.

"Shut up," I roll my eyes.

"C'mon, lets go start that movie," he says.

"You're kidding," I raise my eyebrows.

"No, we're watching that whether you like it or not."

He grabs my wrist and literally drags me through the hallway and down the stairs into the movie room. Brendan and Danny are talking on the couch, eating chips. They both stop when we walk into the room.

Brendan seems to be annoyed with the matching shirts.

Danny laughs. "You guys look like a couple of lovebirds."

My face turns red.

"Danny, shut up. There's nothing between those guys. Trust me," Brendan says, shoving a chip into his mouth.

I cautiously move towards the couch and sit back in my old spot, taking the jalapeño chips off the table again and pulling my blanket over me again. Drew turns the lights off and sits next to me again and presses play on the remote.

"Oh gosh," I say, already covering my eyes as the screen turns black.

"Oh, come on, you big baby," Drew laughs. He casually throws an arm over my shoulders.

"Shut up." My cheeks go bright red.

*•*•*

"Sh, don't wake her up, dude!"

"Shut up, you're waking her up by whisper screaming, Danny!"

"You're doing it too."

"With good reason."

"What are we supposed to do?"

"I don't know, shake her?"

"No, stupid, that would give her a heart attack."

"Okay, you think of something better."

"Just let her sleep."

"If she woke up on my couch in the middle of the night, she might not be comfortable with that."

"Drew, look at her. She's all comfy in your sweats and blanket, let her sleep."

"Where's Brendan? Maybe he's got an idea."

"He's upstairs, he's basically useless anyways."

"Okay, why don't we text her mom and let her stay asleep here."

"Man! Horrible idea!"

"You just barely suggested the exact same thing!"

"I can casually carry her up to my guest room and pray to the heavens that she wakes up on the way."

"Yeah, because that'll help a lot. If she's uncomfortable sleeping here, don't you think she'd also be uncomfortable waking up in a strange man's arms?"

"Shut up. I'm going with this plan. It's the best we've got."

"You realize we've been creating this whole huge plan for about five minutes over a sleeping girl to wake up..."

"Whatever, I'm picking her up, hang on... Got her. Wow, she isn't even heavy!"

"What, does she look heavy?"

"No! That isn't what I meant. I just meant, I thought... Oh, never mind. Okay, I'm headed up the stairs..."

"Maybe stomp a little. That could do it."

"She could get a concussion or something if I do that."

"A concussion from being carried up the stairs."

"Being stomped up the stairs. You know what, whatever."

"Is she waking up yet?"

"No... Wait! She's moving..."

I shift over, my eyes squeezed shut, feeling nauseous. I take a deep breath, cracking one eye open. Light floods my vision and I close my eyes again.

"Lili?" I can hardly make out Drew's figure holding me in his arms.

I rest my head back on his chest and close my eyes again. I let my mind fall back into the darkness.

"Crap! She's asleep again! What do I do now?"

"I don't know... Uh... Get in the car! We can deliver her to her house."

"You're so stupid, that would look like we're delivering a dead body to her front door."

"We could explain it."

"By what? Holding up a sign as we walk up her lawn?"

"I don't know, just get in the car! Stop being so... So..."

"So what?"

"So, I don't know... Wise?"

"Wise, huh?"

"Just go!"

"Alright, alright... Okay... Open that door... Yeah, I'll hold her on my lap back here. Turn the engine on softly."

"I can't turn a freaking engine on softly!"

"Shut up and hit the gas!"

"You just told me to be quiet!"

"Hit the gas quietly."

"Yeah, okay. I'll just magically obey every single request you make."

"Watch the cat!"

"I'm not going to run over the cat!"

"It sure looked like you were."

"Don't judge a book by its cover."

"What the crap does that have to do with anything?"

"Is this her house?"

"No, I think it's the next one over... Yeah, that's it."

"Alright, are the neighbors all suspicious of a truck driving around at this hour?"

"Who cares what the neighbors think?"

"You're the one who thought we should care about their opinions when Lili would look like a dead body!"

"That's completely different."

"Really, how?"

"One involves us being murderers and the other doesn't..."

"Okay, can you get her out alright?"

"Yeah, can you come open this door?"

"Hang on a second."

"I've got her, I've got her... There, thanks."

"Do you think her parents are up this late?"

"It's only like eleven, Danny."

"You ring the doorbell."

"I'm holding a body."

"I'm holding oxygen."

"Stop being an idiot."

"I'll knock on the door, it's more polite than ringing the doorbell at night."

"Whatever makes you happy."

"Is that someone coming to the door? Oh, that's a person! What do I say? ...."

"Hello, boys, oh, goodness! I see you have your hands full."

"Yeah, she fell asleep so we figured we should bring her home."

"Thank you very much. Here, I can take her inside now."

"Oh, it's fine. I have her. Thanks, Miss Carols."

"I'll be in the car!"

"Sure, Danny."

"Her bedroom is the first on the left."

I'm rocking gently, swaying. I take deep breaths, smelling cinnamon and laundry detergent. I smile at the scent, feeling comfortable. I feel a pressure against my back. My bed.

"Goodnight, Lili."

Something soft touches my forehead. Lips. Someone kissed me goodnight, but I'm too tired to find out who it was.