Smiling Oak's Academy for the Insane.

I couldn't possibly sleep.
The basement was cluttered with boxes of different sorts, and the floor was hard and cold.
Also, we could hear all the noise that "Innocence" and Richard were making upstairs. Ew.

I could see what "Innocence" saw in him; he seemed awfully sweet, and he obviously had a lot of interests. He looked smart, like a nerd, but an attractive nerd, but I'd never heard him say much, anything important, anyway. And he was kind of cute. He was short and chunky, and he had dark red hair, but his skin looked smooth and beige-ish, unlike many other redheads I knew. But would I have stolen him from her? No. "Innocence" was just being paranoid. Which was odd, because the only mood she seemed to have was anger, if not mischievous.

The other girls were fast asleep, even Skull, miraculously.
I just couldn't. Not with spiders and millipedes running around, and my thoughts racing...

"Lydia." Caleb thought it was okay to pull me up the stairs while I was mid-sentence, mingling with an acquaintance that I knew since elementary school, to have some "alone time", although Dylan and Satchel were in the same room.
"You are the most beautiful girl in school...I love you."

Fucking sleaze-bag. I'd known him since sixth grade and never talked to him. Partially because he was just another dumbed-down jock that liked to think he belonged in the ghetto... although he had long blond hair and had a voice of a twelve-year-old girl.

I was fed up with the sleazes in that school. All they wanted was a piece of my ass, and I was not going to give it to him. "Look, you sick fuck. You are not getting into my pants. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not if there is an arranged marriage. Now unhand me, or I'll knock you into a certain dimension." I shoved him off.

The guys rang into a chorus of "whoa"s and "feisty"s as Caleb held on tighter. "Chill."

"No!"

Dylan and Satchel came closer.

"You back the fuck off!"

Caleb twisted my arm behind my back and threw his other arm tightly around my neck.

I tried to kick him from behind, but he didn't back away. "Get off!"

"Shh. Don't yell." He whispered as he pinched my neck as Dylan and Satchel stood on either side of me, ans I began to black out...

"Lydia! ARISE!" Basher stood over me. "It's morning. We want to go eat."

I stood up as I was still wearing the hoodie and jeans from the previous night, and I was drenched in sweat.

"...Are you ill?"

"No."

"She's not ill," Skull appeared from the corner of some boxes, letting loose a few centipedes, "she got raped."