NATALIE'S friends post a picture of me kissing Jake on Facebook. They tag me in it. Now I'm being called a skank in real life too. The comments section is a roast-fest. People wonder how I could do such a terrible thing to my best friend, Natalie.

Oh yeah, and then there's my boyfriend, Nick, who I am cheating on. He didn't get tagged, though, because none of Natalie's buddies are friends with the popular crowd. I pray that Nick and his friends don't hear about it.

On Wednesday, I buy myself a pink dress for the holiday party from H&M because Ruth doesn't get back to me about our shopping trip. She doesn't get back to me about anything at all. Maybe Ruth has blocked me instead of asking me to tell my side of the story. On Wednesday night, I recheck the comments to that photo of Jake and me. Yeah, there are three hundred replies to it now. I can't ignore it anymore. I need to get my story straight.

What is my side of the story?

I bumped into Jake, and we locked lips by accident?

I decide to stop bothering Ruth. I need to sort things out with Nick first. He's my boyfriend and my connection to Chucky, Margaret, Anne, and Ruth. Fix things with Nick, and the others will come around. I hope.

Nick is completely ignoring my texts, so I wait until I see him in New York History on Thursday to text him one last time.

Are we okay?

Even though we're in the same room together, my supposed "boyfriend" doesn't text back. I don't get it. Did Nick and all his friends decide to ice me out at the same time? We go to the same school together! They can't all ghost me at once! We go to school together.

I corner Nick after class, but he doesn't meet my eyes even when I'm blocking his exit from the classroom.

Nick's eyes are red, like he's been crying. For a second, I'm impressed that he's so upset. If Nick is shedding tears just because of a dumb photo, maybe he's crazy about me. I had no idea! Perhaps he suppressed his feelings for me all this time because he's classy and old fashioned.

"Let me explain," I exclaim, holding up my hands as I block Nick's escape down the hall. "Jake and I are just friends."

"You don't need to explain," Nick says and looks away.

"No, no, I do," I insist and wave my hands to emphasize my point. "Jake and I have feelings for each other, but they're nothing compared to what I feel for you."

"It's okay, really —" Nick catches my eye finally and sighs. "It's okay, Corrine because I haven't been serious about you either."

"W-what?" I demand as my jaw nearly falls to the ground. "What do you mean?"

"It's just that I . . .I think I was too quick to jump back into a relationship. I need time to sort things out. It's not to say that I don't think we have a future together. I just need time to myself right now."

"What?" I ask, unable to believe my ears. "You're not sure? About me? And you're sure about Jessica?"

"I'm not sure about anything right now, okay? God, Corrine, can you think about a single thing other than yourself for just one goddamn minute?"

Nick shoves me aside and walks away. He doesn't turn around even as I start to cry. He just pushes the metal door to the stairwell open and lets it slam behind him.

I can't believe it. Did Nick just dump me?

Does he know who I am?

I'm WilderLuna15.

Two boys just fought over me in the middle of Chambers Street the other day. The police had to get involved! So many people want me that they're fighting for me in the streets. Now, Nick tells me that he's not sure about me?

Thanks to WilderLuna, now I think guys only loved or hated me. They aren't "not sure" about me. I'm left standing there in shock that Nick can't even seem to spare a second to explain why he's dumping me.

And that's when I realize it's because Nick never cared about me at all. Why would he? When he looks at me, he sees only boring, ordinary Corrine. Maybe my HPV was the most exciting thing about me as far as he was concerned.

Now, he has gone back to Jessica. That is if he is going back to Jessica. Would he really? Ruth told me only a week ago that Jessica might not even be home for long. Maybe he's found someone else in school he likes better. Margaret? Anne? Oh God, could he be dating Ruth?

No, I bet he's dating someone I don't even know. Maybe he's dating one of those fashion models who are always using our skybridge as a photoshoot location. Or maybe he's dating a girl who goes to one of the elite private schools uptown. How can I compare to a girl from Dalton or Horace Mann?

Without my writing, I'm just a pudgy girl from Queens who sleeps on a blow-up mattress and shops at H&M.