Definition: Slut [ complete ]

[01] Partying? Partying? Yeah?

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This story will be removed the moment I finish it's prequel (S's & Ex's). And then I'm going to rewrite this <3
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Definition: Slut
[01] Partying? Partying? Yeah?

I was starting in a new school, with new people who knew nothing of my past, and new friends (that was, if I would be able to make some), and I hoped to find new circles that would think of me as a friend and not a tool for popularity. I was very confident of keeping my Queen Bee-alter ego from surfacing, and I never imagined a situation where I needed to wake her up again.

Then I met Emily Kingsley.

And, it was love at first sight.

Or at least, I saw love when I walked in on her fighting playfully with her so-called "friend" (cough, cough) in our dorm room. At first, Emily kind of made you feel very insecure about yourself. Not because she was pretty or anything like that, but because she was beyond gorgeous. It wasn't the Megan Fox allure kind of thing, but with her pretty blonde hair, warm brown eyes, and welcoming smile that just screamed: I'm pretty and friendly! I'm beyond perfect! Befriend me, you know you want to!

Not that I was bitter. I supposed that she just happened to be lucky to have great genes. Though, I did somewhat hope that she had a mean personality to go with her to die for looks. Unfortunately, at the time, Emily offered me a big, bright smile as she greeted, "Hi! My name is Emily. You must be Eleanor."

"It's Ella, actually," was my reply, feeling ever so disappointed that she wasn't a stuck up bi-atch.

Emily then introduced me to Jonathan who she met during the campus tours in the summer. I knew that I shouldn't have done it, but I did it anyway. I gave Jonathan Queen Bee's infamous flirty smile and giggled at his pathetic lame joke. I mean, I truly wouldn't have done it if it was a different situation. But, like I said: when I saw them, it was love at first sight.

It was blatantly obvious that Jonathan was interested in Emily. It was clear as day, like there was a huge sign over his head saying that he was whipped for her. Emily, of course, didn't see that. Therefore, as her roommate, I decided that it was my job to help her with her seemingly complicated love life. I mean, if they were to ever end up getting married to each other, I would bet that they'd make some pretty hot children. Unlike Emily's blonde strands, Jonathan's hair was black. And he had pretty green eyes.

It only took a whole hour of asking Jonathan to help me with moving my things to speed up their relationship. Emily and Jonathan were the classic couple with the classic relationship I've always wanted to have. If Jonathon got the PJ bottoms, Emily got the PJ shirt. She would eat his spaghetti without the cheese, and he would overdose his with cheese. It was agonizingly cute, really.

After they hooked up and got rid of the sexual frustration that had been harboring them since God knows how long, Emily confronted me to give a warning that Jonathan was hers and definitely off the market. I told her, "I know," which she took as an insult, and I had to explain to her my Queen Bee alter ego and need to stick my nose up in other people's business-or rather, love life.

I swore that that would be the last time Queen Bee would appear. I even asked Emily for help to keep QB gone forever. Of course, she agreed after we both clicked and decided to not only be roommates but dubbed our friendship as the same level as best friends. It was refreshing to have a girl friend that I could trust and not worry about needing to keep my shields up just in case she blackmailed me.

We signed a contract with rules outlining what we can and cannot do in the room. I specifically emphasized the rule about not doing it in the other's bed or leaving evidence that it was done at all. For example, we were (though, I'd be honest: this rule applied to Emily, seeing that I wasn't going to lose my V anytime soon) not allowed to leave condom wrappers, the condom itself (yuck), the boyfriend's clothes on the floor, and any other things used during the...action. It was also stated that the action was not allowed to be done in the other person's bed.