Remember that girl who wore short skirts and crop tops? The one obsessed with that one boy who would do anything to get him? That was Abigail Grey. When she finally gets it through her head that the biggest player in the school who she dated multipl...
Abigail woke up to her alarm clock. She had school truth was she didn't care and would come late anyway. She walked to her closet opening the doors before glancing at them. She chose the bright neon pink dress that went a freon he's a over her knees. He only thing was it showed a lot of cleavage. Honestly it was the sluttiest thing Abigail ever saw but James liked it when she wore things like that.
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She smiled when she thought of him. He had brown hair with blue eyes and a dazzling smile. She placed the outfit on her bed before walking to her bathroom. She had naturally blonde hair which she chose not dye and green eyes. She looked in the mirror. She stepped in the shower taking a quick one before stepping out and drying her hair. She began curling her hair which took forever.
She stepped out the bathroom in a pink cotton robe before walking to her bed. She put a lace matching bra and panties knowing what was happening today. She slipped the dress on before looking in the mirror. She felt disgusted at herself. Maybe she could where something sophisticated today? But James didn't like that, he likes to get straight to business and too much clothes would take to long to take off In his words. She put on some sun glasses and put on some heavy makeup.
She walked out the house getting in her car. Her parents were doctors traveling God knows where. It was 9:03 so she was about a hour and three minutes late to school. She walked in as soon as the bell ring signaling that classes ended. She walked down the hallways with her bag in her hand. Girls looked at her in disgust and jealousy while boys looked at her with lust nothing more.
She finally spot James with his football friends before walking towards him. His friends smirked before looking at her "Hey wanna come to my house tonight?" She didn't want to. But nor did she want to be embarrassed. But either way she did because if she was to say no he would make fun of her but if she said yes he would brag to his friends on how he 'smashed'
She just nodded her head before James actually noticed her. "Hey Abigail they're serving breakfast right now wanna go to my house" flashing his beautiful smile. Immediately she nodded. He grabbed her hands. She felt like they matched like pieces in a puzzle. She enjoyed the warmth yet he was rushing her. Her heels couldn't keep up.
Finally they reached the car before he drove to his house. As soon as they were upstairs he took off his shirt and we both know what happened . When it was over he simply said "You know what to do" which meant she needed to put her clothes on. There as at least 30 more minutes of breakfast left yet he wanted to leave. She nodded before stepping in his bathroom.
She felt dirty and used and looked horrible. Her make up was smudged yet it made her look better than it was before. Her curly hair was now going in every direction. She wanted to go home.
"Um James can you take me home please?" He rolled his eyes in annoyance "We don't have time, Breakfast will end soon you can wait a few minutes we'll be at school soon and you can drive yourself" she simply nodded not wanting to argue even though they both knew lunched ended in half and hour
He dropped her off before she got in her own car and drove home. She was so angry. Hot tears ran down her cheeks. She stormed to her room and began throwing things. She grabbed all her clothes and threw them every where. She let him use her again. He made her feel like Kleenex. Why does she keep going back? He doesn't lover her like she does him.
She walked to the bathroom looking at herself for the 3rd time. Black streaks were down her cheeks. She took a shower cleaning up. She dried her hair and looked in the mirror once again. She actually liked how she looked without makeup. She looked pretty.
She walked into her room. Her room was a mess clothes were every where. She went downstairs grabbing two garbage bags. She went to her moms room grabbing a pair of sweats and a shirt and went back to her room and put on a bra and a pair of underwear and the clothes she got from her mom.
For once she felt comfortable. She threw her horrible clothes in the garbage can. And when she was done she wiped the sweat off her face. She looked through he remaining clothes that she didn't put in the garbage that were decent to wear. She knew from that day there was gonna be a huge difference. James had played her for the last time.
