She's So Nice |Joji|

Prologue

I never really understood the point of spending the rest of your life with just one person. It's bizarre, you know, having to fall in love with that special someone and staying together until your last breath. Until your skin is no longer soft, but wrinkly like a dried prune. Until you're bed ridden, suffering as you watch youngsters on the television having the time of their lives, wishing you could be one of those fucks that are full of adrenaline. I never liked the idea of spending the rest of my days with one girl. I live for the one night stands. The weekend loves that completely forget about you after a good time. That's what I consider living; money, drugs and a good o' fuck.

My name is George Miller, and I'm always the talk of the day in college. Some call me "Joji," others say I'm "the notorious kid from Brooklyn." My reputation isn't as beautiful as I am, but let's face it... nothing can surpass my beauty. You see, I'm known for using girls for my own pleasure, apart from all the cigarettes I smoke on a daily basis. I feel nothing for them, they're just toys to me after all. I wear that label proudly everyday. You think I have time to even give a fuck about what others think of me? I mock them and their words.

I'm tired of the same old toys. I want new ones... fresh meat is what I like to call them. Rumor has it there's a new girl in town. Some say she comes from a wealthy family and a far away country, which is exactly how I like them. They're easy to manipulate. You see, they're like puppies under the rain. Lost and searching for a way to go, a new place. They're vulnerable, and nothing makes me more happy than that. Newcomers that know nothing about me, about my reputation. I've never wanted to meet "fresh meats" so badly, but something about this mysterious girl makes me want to know more.

Something...