I sat down at a lunch table with my best friends Rick, Mark, Julie. Everyone couldn't stop talking about Natalie. I pulled out my salad, and started pouring on the dressing as Rick, Mark, and Julie went to grab their lunch. As I munched on my salad, I watched people point at me and gossip. This had been happening ALL DAY! I was seriously about to chop someone's finger's off.
"So are you going to go out with Natalie?" Mark asked.
"The fuck! You too!?" I said angrily.
"What?" asked Mark, surprised.
"I have been asked all these freaking questions, all freaking day, and it's getting on my FREAKING NERVES!" I said with an exasperated sigh.
"I think you need one more freaking." said Julie sarcastically.
"Fuck off." I said with a smile.
Julie ignored me, and twirled her fiery red hair with her fingers.
Suddenly, we heard some ruckus from the lunch line. I watched quizzically as Natalie stormed toward the popular table. This was not going to end well.
"Your girlfriend looks angry." Mark said with a laugh.
I pushed his soda into his lap, and stormed out of the lunch room. I sat outside of the entrance sulking, with my head in my hands. Why did this have to happen to me. 2 weeks before prom! Everyone would think I was a loser. It basically broadcasted my virginitly and my lack of romantic experience with girls.
The only reason Natalie hadn't had sex with me was because I was too much of a loser. And I didn't exactly want to have sex with anyone. I liked having my virginity. It felt like a jewel, but it seems like every else seemed to be trying to lose it.
I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to see a gorgeous girl with blond hair and a cute smile. .
"You alright?" She asked as she next to me. I couldn't help but notice her tan slender legs. I wanted to rub my hands on them.
"Woah!" I thought. "I just met this girl, and I'm already having these thoughts. Bad kyle!"
"Are you okay?" The beautiful angel asked.
"Yeah?!" I said.
"My names Gwen by the way." the girl said.
"Kyle!" I responded cooly. (At least I think it was cooly. I probably sounded like a dork.)
"I know."
"This is about fucking Natalie isn't it. How the hell does everyone seem to know about this thing."
"Sorry."
Suddenly the bell rang, announcing the end of lunch.
"Dang it." I muttered.
"Well, I'll see you later, I guess." I said.
"Did you want to hang out sometime?" she asked unexpectedly.
"Um, sure." I said.
"Cool!" She said with a flirtatious smile. (I'm pretty sure it was flirtatious. Maybe it was crazy. It was pretty crazy that she was talking to me in the first place.)
"Do you want my number." I asked.
"Sure." she said pulling out her phone.
We switched phones just as hoards of students came into the hallway. I lost sight of Gwen as I was pushed down the hallway. I stuck her phone into my pocket, and headed to my next class.
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Notes of a teenage slut and dork.
Teen FictionMeet Natalie Green. She is 16, and a self- proclaimed slut. She is the most popular girl in school, and can get any guy in school. Except for Kyle Jacobs. When news of this gets out, she is removed from her status of popularity. Her only hope is to...