I'm the slut's best friend. And just because of that, people are assuming that I am one too. A slut that is. They call her the 'school slut', while they refer to me as the 'school bike.' Can you believe that? I'm still a freaking virgin! Word's around that her boyfriend is two-timing us. But none of that is true. And never will it be. It's always been Virginia and me. Me and Viginia. The irony, isn't it? Her name's Virginia but she practically lost her virginity at a very young age. I'll give you a number: 11 years old. So I'll blame it on her tutor who thinks he can hump his protégé at any available time. So back to the present, I'll let you in on one secret: Virginia's first love is America's toughest, finest, and 'definitely baddest' boy. His label is America's bad boy. Seeing as he was the former president's son.
People don't really believe me when I say my perception of things. They listen to Virginia. Once, she told them that America's bad boy practically almost raped her (which isn't true) and that when she rejected him, his heart broke and he became a bad boy. In my point of view, I argued back that maybe he became all bad ass because his dad was murdered and he was planning to catch the murderer and the master mind by means of going down the drain. If you can't beat the enemy, join 'em. But no one listened to me and they all believed her. I hate her as much as I love her.
I hope she could have a change of heart. But that won't definitely come true. You see, the bad boy broke her heart. Not the other way around. He rejected her. Denied her. Stood her up all the time. He even made sex puns and jokes about her! In the most disrespectful way ever. We all went to the same elem school. The most prestigious school in America: Woodland Bracken Academy.
We were a group before. Me, Virginia, Mr. Bad boy, Mr. Nice guy, Mr. Smartass, and Miss Strict/Buzzkill. Mr. Bad boy and I were the closest as were Virginia and Mr. Nice guy. Same goes for Miss Buzzkill and Mr. Smartass. I liked Mr. Smartass. Virginia liked Mr. Bad boy. Miss Buzzkill liked Mr. Nice guy. Apparently, Mr. Nice guy and Mr. Smartass liked Virginia. And Mr. Bad boy liked...well, Miss Buzzkill. And then there's little me thrown on the side.
All of us confessed to the other on graduation day. I regretted it a lot. We separated after that and now, I'm still like a lost puppy following Virginia every fucking time. If there's one thing I'm not, it's being a pushover. Virginia's not with me because she pitied me. I'm with her because I pity her. Now back to our business.
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America's Badass
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