The Dream I Had Last Night

***Prologue***

  Was I a slut? Tristan likes my body… I give him what he wants. Is it so wrong if I enjoy it? I don’t know if I’m doing it because I like him or I just hate his girlfriend. I’m sorry, you must be wondering who I am? Yes? Well, I’m Ashley Sanchez. I’m 15 years of age, and I’m apparently the slut of the school. That’s what Jennifer says anyway, because I’m ‘sleeping’ with Tristan, her boyfriend. I’ve only been making out with him, and occasionally letting him feel me up a bit. I’m a little chubby, but not too much… I don’t know why he likes me.

  I don’t know why he’s still with Jennifer if he’s willing to make sure she knows that he’s cheating on her with me. We’re currently in 9th grade; anyways, it all really started at a party…

  “Why would you think I would wanna go to a party? I only have a few friends, nonetheless everyone else hates me.” I told Tristan.

  “Just come, alright?” He said and then ran off. We just got done having a make out session behind the bleachers. Cliché but whatever. I walked out a few minutes after he left and started walking home.

*At the party*

  I walked in and saw a shit ton of drunk people. They all ignored me except Jennifer and her posse. Once they reached me we got into an argument about me being here, but I just ignored them and went to one of the corners. Around 10 minutes later a hot guy my age came over to me and asked if I wanted to dance, I said yes.

  We danced for about 20 or so minutes then took a break and got a drink. We talked for a bit, he told me his name was Kyle. I told him mine and he said it was a beautiful name for me. I don’t know why this guy is being so nice to me, so I asked him.

“Why are you being so nice? Everyone hates me except for Tristan and my friends.” I said and took a sip of some beer.

“Why not be nice? I think all the people that hate you are just assholes. And you looked a bit bored.” He said with a smile and took a sip of his drink.

I smiled back, “Thanks.”

“No problemo.” I noticed his height just then, and he was the same as Zoe. “Wanna go dance again?” I asked but didn’t wait for an answer.

*An hour of hanging out with Kyle later*

“Hey Ashley.” Tristan said and then put his arm around my waist. I knew this meant he wanted something from me. But something more than what we’ve been doing lately.

“Hey…” I said glancing up at him.

“I’m Kyle.”

“Hey man. Look, me and Ashley here have to go. Cya.” Tristan said and I said bye to Kyle. We then left and got into his car. When we got where he wanted us to go… he took my virginity.

  So from then on it progressed; to the point where he dumped Jennifer and got with me instead, just because I allowed him my body more than she did. So I guess I was a slut, I didn’t really know.

  But two years later, when we were 17, I stopped all the sex. I stopped it all, because I was just sick of it. I realized he was just using me for my body, and I didn’t like it anymore. Or at least I thought I didn’t.

  So you’re wondering why we’re friends now? Well, turns out Kyle and Tristan became close friends because I was hanging out with Kyle more. I never really forgave Tristan for taking my virginity, but I don’t think he knows it. I tried my absolute hardest to try and act normal around Tristan, and it looked like it was working. Only thing is that I’m pretty sure Tristan still thought we were going to end up something more than just friends.