"fuck."
she rolled out of bed and looked at herself in the mirror. her hair was a mess, she had last nights makeup smeared across her face, and there was a random guy sleeping in her bed.
"excuse me, uh, dude, you need to leave. i'm going to be late for school."
"school?" he questioned. "how old are you?"
sadie panicked. "i meant class," she laughed. "i'm a junior... in college."
the stranger sat up and grabbed his pants off the ground. "as long as this is legal, i don't give a fuck how old you are, sweetheart."
before she could say anything, the stranger walked out of her bedroom door and out of her house.
from time to time sadie imagined that she screwed people because she was lonely and was trying to fill a void, but she would always come back to the conclusion that she really just liked to fuck.
she quickly re-did her makeup, fixed her hair, and got dressed so she would be ready for school. sadie of course was used to going to new schools by now. her dad moved her whole life every year or so, and this time he happened to move their sad existence to virginia. of course, sadie wasn't actually a junior in college, she was a junior in high school. who knows how old the stranger was that she slept with the night before was, but honestly, sadie didn't give a flying shit.
she slipped on a black tank top that showed a little too much cleavage, a black skater skirt that was probably a little too short, and a green and black flannel on top that was probably a little too tight. her philosophy was to always wear skirts because it was "easy access." she didn't fool around about sex. it wasn't her hobby, it was her lifestyle.
she put her signature ratty combat boots on before grabbing her keys and heading out the door. she knew that her dad was still out, and she guessed that he was passed out at a bar somewhere. not that she really cared. he could've rotted in hell and she would've shrugged it off.
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as soon as she arrived at wellington high school, she starting scoping out boys. the specimen that she preferred were very specific. the hair, the body type, the eyes, it all came into play.
it didn't take long for the boys to start noticing her, either. people "checking her out" was an understatement. to them, this was fresh meat that they were ready to attack.
"hey, what's your name?"
"hey, beautiful. can i get your number?"
"did you fall from heaven? becau-"
sadie almost couldn't take it. she had to walk away or stop most of them, because:
a) she didn't care,
b) she didn't want a relationship, and
c) all she wanted to do was screw.
she usually didn't even keep boys numbers in her phone unless they had the best of hands. and yes, i mean exactly what i just said. if you were in sadie daniels' phone, you had to be legendary.
by the time lunch came around, sadie still hadn't made any friends. this wasn't unusual, though. sadie never had many friends. no matter where she moved, she always seemed to be a loner. she had been told that she "intimidated" the other girls and that they "didn't want to hang out with someone so slutty." to this all sadie could respond with was laughter, because she knew very well that if she ever did make a friend, it would most definitely not be a girl. girls were too clingy and way too judgmental for her taste.
sadie decided to go look around the football field at her new humble abode and see if the bleachers had much coverage. she needed to know where and when it was possible in this hell hole. hey, she had to get enjoyment out of school somehow.
"you down to screw?" she heard a voice say behind her. she turned around to see a tall boy standing behind her. he had black sunglasses covering his eyes and a blunt in his right hand. she already liked him.
"with you?" she asked. "anytime."
