## Chap. 1 - 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.
"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.
"Dude, she's hot," Luke said, grinning in her direction. Then he frowned a little when he saw the book. "But she's a nerd."
"A hot nerd," Jake said, grinning. "You know what they say about girls who got brains."
"What?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
"They're an amazing fuck in bed," Jake answered. "All that smartness upstairs makes them even more fun downstairs, if you know what I mean."
Luke winked. "I think I know what you mean."
"But remember, girls like her don't go for guys like us," I said.
"I don't know about that," Luke shrugged, looking at her. "I like a challenge."
"So do I," Jake said.
"Don't forget about me," I laughed.
"Please, I bet she'd rather fuck me than you," Luke said to me.
"Oh, you wanna bet?" I asked.
I hate it when people underestimate me. They don't know me. I always get what I want, when I want it. It may come across as conceited to you, but hey, I'm being honest.
"Fine, let's bet." Jake had his mischievous smile on. "Whoever fucks her first gets a new car."
Luke and me's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Dude, you serious?"
"Yeah, the first to fuck her gets a new car. And the other two losers have to buy it, whatever car the winner wants," Jake said. He put his hands up and said, "I
know, I know. I'm a genius, hold the applause."
"But wait," I said, "How do we know if the other guy actually fucked her or not? We'll need proof."
"I don't know... pluck a few of her pubic hairs or something," Jake shrugged.
Luke and I cracked up.
"Fine, fine," Jake said, punching my shoulder. "Shut up."
We continued to laugh at him. "Stop laughing! Alright, alright, I got an idea. The guy who fucks her has to make sure he gets her panties."
"Panties?" Luke laughed. "What are you, 90? Don't you mean thong? G-string?"
"She doesn't look like the type of girl to wear a g-string," I said.
"Hey, it's the quiet ones who are the naughtiest," Luke wiggled his eye brows.
"Who said she's even wearing anything under there?" Jake brought up.
The three of us turned to look at her again. Damn, now I really wanna know what she's like in bed.
"I guess I'll be the first to find out," I grinned.
Luke snorted. "You wish."
"No, you wish," Jake said to the both of us.
"Dude, if I wanted my own comeback I would've wiped some off your mom's chin," Luke said back.
"Ohhhhhh," I said high-fiving Luke. "You just got PWNED!"
Luke and I cracked up at his joke while Jake shook his head in fake shame.

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that comeback was courtesy of lamebook.com. xD one of the best websites ever created. anyways, thanks for reading. ;D```