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How I Became the School's Slut

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In the first few chapters, Melissa is the mean girl. But as I continued to write, for some reason I changed her name to Britney. But they're the SAME person. Hope this stops any more confusion. xD

I was always the quiet girl at school. I would always sit in the back of the classroom, hide behind my books, and silently do my work. I never raised my hand, for fear of speaking up in class and getting the answer wrong. I hated when teachers would pick on me to answer a question. I never really got made fun of by anyone, but if they knew me, they probably would. I am invisible. And I like it that way.

Even my parents barley notice me. They always leave me alone; they never ask me any questions about school, and I return the favor and leave them alone as well. The most they do for me to show that they care is hand me their credit card. Now, for most girls, this is a dream come true. To me, it's just a plastic card sitting on my desk, collecting dust.

Now, you're probably wondering how a lame girl like me, became the school's slut. Trust me, I never meant for it to happen, but knowing my luck, it was bound to happen anyway. It all started with a bet.

"Samantha! Samantha Willow," Mrs. Cannas snapped.

I quickly looked up at the board, blushing of embarrassment as snickers erupted around the room.

"Miss Willow, care to answer question number 4?" Mrs. Cannas asked, knowing well that I have no clue what the answer was.

I looked up at the board and then looked down at my paper.

Question number 4 was one of the trickiest math problems I had ever seen. It was complete with exponents, division signs, and something about the distributive property. I think.

"Ummm," I hummed, trying to come up with something to say. "Ummm..."

Suddenly, the bell rang, excusing all of us from class. My shoulders sagged in relief as everyone got up from their seats and rushed to the door. Mrs. Cannas  

looked disappointed that she didn't get to humiliate me and I gave her a fake smile as I exited the classroom.

"Move!"

"Outta my way!"

"Keep walking!"

I was being pushed and shoved around as students tried to get to class on time. I felt like a little fish, caught in a tidal wave as I tried to make my way to the cafeteria alive.

All of a sudden, the crowd parted like Moses and the Red Sea and I turned to see who was there. It was the popular crowd, of course. It was almost interesting to see how they walked. There was a triangle formed, and at the tip of the triangle was Melissa Anderson. She's the most popular girl at North East Maple High School. She had natural, honey-colored, straight blonde hair. Her big blue eyes are deeper than the ocean, and she owns more clothes than all the malls in our area combined.

Right behind her are her two best friends for this year, Courtney and Sarah-both abnormally gorgeous. And behind them are the rest of the cheerleading squad, then the jocks, and then the wannabe's.

After they disappeared behind the cafeteria doors, the crowd came together and whatever space parted for them was long gone.

I finally made it to the cafeteria and got in line for my food. I ended up buying a plate of nachos, a banana I know I won't eat, and a Dr. Pepper. Looking around, I saw the center of the tables were occupied by the popular crowd, the tables around them were occupied by the sporty, athletic kids, around them were the band geeks and the dramatic actors and actresses, and then there were the kids who skateboard, the kids who wear black, and then there were people like me.

I sat at an empty table, put down my food, and took out my book. Yes, a book. Where people converse, talk, hang out and/or make out during lunch, I decide to spend my time reading and getting knowledge into my head instead of getting rid of it.

[Will's Point of View]

I was talking with Luke, discussing who was hotter, Courtney or Sarah, when all of a sudden Jake's voice said something interesting.

"Hey, check out that chick."

Luke and I paused our conversation and turned to see who Jake was talking about.

"Where?" I asked, looking around.

"There," Jake said, pointing to an empty table.

An empty table? What the fuck? Then I turned a little and saw a girl with dark, almost black wavy hair. All I could see was her hair and her nice ass when she turned around, and sat down at one of the empty tables. Her grey eyes shined of something other than lust and sex like other girls. I saw something different in her. And when she took a thick looking book out of her purple bag, I knew what I saw in her eyes was knowledge, intelligence.

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