A few weeks later, Lemonade was sitting at the gazebo doing homework, when Cherry walked up. (She had planned on doing a couple lines of coke)
“Well, if it isn’t Little Miss Slut, skankifying the gazebo” Cherry said. “Are you waiting for some random guy to come have sex with you?”

“Cherry, please, just stop” Lemonade could feel the tears coming.

“Why should I stop? You pretended to like Strudel just so he’d give you attention”

“I really do like Strudel!” Lemonade shouted back.

“Not true!” Cherry retorted. “You just like him for his dick !”

“Cherry, you don’t even know the whole story !” said Lemonade.

“Ok, then what is it? I’m REALLY intrigued”

“I WAS RAPED !”

“Wh- what?” Cherry sat down next to her. “Are you serious?”

“Yes” Lemonade sniffed. “Nobody knows. Only Bug. He raped her too”

“Who? Who raped you?”

“Sean” Lemonade said quietly.

“Oh my God..” Cherry said. “Have you been to a doctor?”

“He wore a condom” Lemonade said. “Very thoughtful, huh?”

“What about a counselor?”

“I can’t, okay? I just can’t”

“Lemonade, I have a question for you” Cherry said.

“Yes?”

“Why, if you got raped, are you having sex with like, everybody?”