High school was over.
I was at the diner I worked at, doing my job as a waitress.
And then, I saw Mike.
At least he isn't kissing someone this time.
Last time he did it, it was so disgustingly ferocious.
"So, Mike, how have you been doing? Did you have sex with her?"
"Whoa. Wait a second, I'm kinda shocked. Ten seconds into talking with you and you ask me if I've had sex with a girl and are consequently making me uncomfortable."
"Sorry," I say before whisper-snarling, "I ain't sorry!"
"Did you just quote Beyoncé?"
"Why, yes. I did."
"Do you wanna go out sometime?" The question was random and out of nowhere.
First, I felt confusion. I was shocked, and I stared at him, dazed.
Then, I actually comprehended his words. He wanted to date.
Finally, I gave my answer.
"I'd love to."
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College Boys
Storie d'amore"Mature men are better than boys," *** Amanda Whitewood is the typical slut - she fucks everything and everyone. But some forget that she's human too. High school is particularly cruel to Amanda - it's filled with judgemental hypocrites and playboys...
