The Slut and the Player (Slow Updates)

Prologue

THE SLUT AND THE PLAYER (edited)

Prologue, v1

*******Cait's POV********

I walked into the store on a mission.

No one paid any attention to me. After all, who would pay attention to a girl wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt on a Saturday night? I wasn't drunk, looked like a punk, or anything. Grabbing one of the baskets, I started walking toward the snacks section.

Oreos, Oreos, Oreos! I chanted in my head.

I could never do this with my so-called 'friends'. They were all about makeup, clothes and sex. If they saw me now, they would freak out. Carbs. It's all in the carbs. Or whatever they worry about.

Maybe I should explain. They were my so-called friends because they and some of the other 'populars' started to bully Sarah and Lacy, my best friends at the time, for a reason I couldn't fathom. It got so bad that they started to self-harm. At the same time.

I tried to help; I really did, but they refused to stop. It got to a point where they were actually considering suicide and that's when I couldn't take it anymore. Sadly for me, I couldn't tell their parents. They pleaded with me and I had to give in. Threats of not being my friend anymore, suicide threats, and more.

While I was trying to find a way to help Lacy and Sarah, I made a friend named Caryn. She was actually willing to help me become popular. It tempted me; after all, everyone wants to be popular. Everyone wants to rule their school and watch the rest of the student body to bow at their feet.

But that also gave me an idea. If I did manage to become popular, I would be able to make the other 'populars' back off and stop bullying my friends.

The idea of watching them during school on how they acted and stuff was pretty creepy, but I learnt many things in the process. Fortunately, she only taught me how to act in school so I would, at least, not have to pretend to be bitchy and bimbotic even outside of school. They couldn't call a restraining order on me.

In the end, I was apparently 'hot' enough to hang out with the popular people. Slowly but progressively, I managed to become the queen bee after a few years in middle school.

To be popular, you have to be a mean, ruthless bitch that'll willingly sleep with guys. Yes, I sleep with 'popular' guys. No girl ever got popular by being a goodie goodie. I mean, all guys talk about are sex, girls and videogames and if it isn't that then it's them acting whipped for girls.

Sarah and Lacy are still my best friends, but I have to tease them and make fun of them for the image. My insults are suppose to be harmless, poking at things that they don't even do like reading love stories or their hair being dyed, yet making it seem like it hurts. Not physically though; I would never hurt them.

They know it's part of the act so they don't get mad at me and I hope they never do. I did this for them, after all. We may have quarreled once or twice over me bullying them, but still made up in the end.

They also made a new friend, Julie Anderwon. She's a brunette with dark green eyes and a fake tan. Yes, a fake tan. She's classified as a 'nerd' and I can never understand why she would need a fake tan and five tons of make-up. The way she acts fits the stereotype as well, mostly socializing with Sarah and Lacy. I don't have a good feeling about her, but if my friends like her I guess I'll let it go for now.

Julie transferred from Illinois in eighth grade and started hating me even before I talked to her. I have no idea why; it's like she has something against me.

Julie doesn't know that Sarah, Lacy, and I are best friends because she's naïve and, well, stupid.

After I became popular I never saw Caryn again, though. It was rumored that she moved to California, but she had never actually spoken about it before so I don't know if the rumors were true.

Sarah, Lacy, and I still hang out and I make sure to clear all our schedules so we have time to hang out together. I don't want to become that shitty friend who ditches their old friends after they've become popular.

See, normal schools shouldn't be like this. I have no idea why my school is like this. Maybe no one, but me realizes this. That's just me, I guess.

Soon I found what I was looking for. I broke into a sprint for the oreos.

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Done! Done! Done! Done! Done! DONE! Sorry it's short. I just wanted to explain things.