I'm Not a Whore, I'm a Leech

There are many associations with the name Donahue: loyalty; chivalry; pride; family; honour… I am a Donahue and therefore when people first hear of me they assume I am all of those things, as if the name Donahue was synonymous with those virtues. However, they soon discover that I am none of those things. I am not loyal, I am not chivalrous. I have pride but not in the way people seem to expect and my family does not mean as much to me as people tend to think… And as for honour? Well, I have no honour.

Students at Queen of Peace no longer associate me with the rest of my family members who uphold these aforementioned values; they have instead produced a variety of different names for me. The more common of which are ‘slut,’ ‘whore,’ and ‘bitch.’ The most creative of which is ‘leech’ (because according to a ninth grader, I suck the happiness out of people’s lives.)

The irony, of course is that I am none of those things. Well, almost none; I suppose you could say I was a bitch. You see, while I am constantly on the grapevine for stealing so-and-so’s boyfriend, little do most people know that I am paid for my kisses. Insecure girls seek me out and beg me to see if their boyfriend is being faithful, asking me to seduce them, so to speak, to see their reaction. Of course, every girl that comes to me thinks that deep down their boyfriend will remain faithful to her. I have yet to fail in seducing a taken man. The girls never seem to tell anyone that they enlisted my services and therefore they think they are the only ones who have ever asked me for my help.

The girls aren’t the only ones who ask for my assistance; the boys ask too. They think that because of my reputation, I won’t mind helping them out of their ‘sticky situations,’ as they like to put it. Apparently, letting your girlfriend find you cheating on her is the easiest way to break up with her. I will never understand boys’ logic; as long as they pay me though, I’ll provide my services.

You must, no doubt, be wondering how all this came to be, and how I ‘sunk so low’ as to ruin people’s relationships for money. I suppose it narrowed down to three events. The first was at the end of grade eight, I was walking to class after lunch when a hand grabbed my arm, pinned me against the wall and a pair of lips crashed down onto mine and started kissing me. It was an awkward kiss, neither of us having beenvery experienced.In fact, for me, it was my first kiss. I still haven’t quite forgiven him for taking my first kiss like that.

Anyways, we kissed for a few seconds, but before I could even figure out what was happening, or who I was kissing, or why they were kissing me, a female voice drifted down the corridor. I believe her exact words were, “Oh, Frankie! How could you do this to me? I love you!” Then she ran off crying and that was the end of their pathetic little ‘relationship’ and the start of my reputation as the ‘leech.’ Once she was gone, Frank Iero pulled away from me and whispered “Thank you” in my ear and walked off.

By the time grade nine started, people seemed to have forgotten that I had ended poor Ruby’s ‘relationship’ and I once again became the recluse in the library. That was until Victor Jareau entered my life in mid-September during grade nine. I had been in the library studying for a Science test when he walked in and asked if I could help him with something. I nodded, dumbfounded, and he sat beside me. He was in my grade and needed help studying for a Math test; he figured that seeing as I was the top of the class, I could help. Two weeks later we were a couple and so began the whirlwind that was our romance.

For three months, Victor became the centre of my world. We studied together, we ate lunch together, we spent all of our free time together. The only times we were apart was when we were in lessons, or asleep. Any resemblances I had to friendships before then disappeared completely and I was absorbed in a world where no one but Victor existed.

Then, a week before the Christmas holiday, I walked around a corner to come face to face with my worst nightmare: Victor, in the arms of another girl. He had her pinned against the wall and was kissing her passionately, more passionately than he had ever kissed me, and one hand was up her shirt. For several moments my mind went completely blank.