The Secret Diaries Of The Bad Boys TEENAGE WHORE

"Friends with Benefits"

Epilogue

"It's not called cheating. It's called benefiting from advantages until someone acts hostile."

I mean, I'm pretty sure that's what it is. Right? Everyone has that one person they can do anything with. Mine just so happens to be Josh. A preppy guy who enjoys the comfort of bosoms and partying.

Put him in a room of alcohol and people who share his spirits and you'll end up in a new rave.

But, besides the point that I'm friends with a sex driven senior, my intentions of losing my virginity were not of the whole football team hoarding in my moment of "deflowering." I had dance through the night with foreign bottles and anonymous figures holding me from behind. So basically I was already passing the lane of "common sense."

And though I sheepishly regret breaking up with Brandon hours after the whole event, I can't help but to wonder what was running through his mind as I emerged from the blankets red faced and sweaty. Poor Brandon. If only he didn't follow the ones who wore sports jackets like his , he wouldn't be walking around with a glass heart dragging from the heal of his shoe. It was only a matter of time before he learned the words"I love you" is pretty icing on an ugly cake.

Long story short; there's no such thing as a friend with benefits