in which jack meets sadie

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jack gilinsky was the ultimate bad boy. he had every girl in school wrapped around his finger, and every guy willing to kiss the ground he walked on. people praised him. he was a god.
on this particular day, jack had decided to not go to first period. of course, it was the first day of school, but that never mattered to him.
he walked down to the bleachers to smoke his first blunt of many when he ran into a girl that he had never seen before. or had he? for some reason he felt like he would remember if he met this one.
"you down to screw?"
she turned around so he could see her full face shining in the newly-risen sun.
"with you?" she smirked. "any time."
"what's your name?" he asked. "i would remember your face if i had seen it before."
"why so?" she questioned, leaning her slender body against the bleachers.
"you're remarkably attractive," he replied. "i remember remarkably attractive people."
"what an interesting quality." the blonde girl looked intrigued. "what do people call you?"
"jack," he smirked. "jack gilinsky."
"i didn't ask your name. i asked what people call you."
"what does that mean?"
"well, people say im the 'campus slut.' every school that i have gone to has had a different one, but that's definitely a crowd pleaser." she explained. "people have to call you something. what is it?"
he thought for a moment. "i do get 'man whore' a lot. that one isn't my favorite. i do enjoy 'scumbag.' the thing with that one is, it isn't even that offensive. it just makes me sound dirtier."
she stood for a few moments before observing him. it took her a while to look over every bit of him, but once she had finished, she sighed and began to walk away.
"where are you going?" jack asked as the mysterious girl left his grasp.
"away," she replied. "unfortunately, i can never screw you."
"and why is that?" he asked, slightly disappointed.
"because," she huffed. "you're not the type of guy i can screw. you're the type of guy i fall in love with, and i'm not about that shit."
the mystery girl walked a little further away before turning around.
"my name is sadie," she smiled. "since you were so interested in knowing."

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