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

I'm Not a Whore, I'm a Leech (Chapter Three)

The library is peaceful as I roam the aisles, trying to find an advanced Chemistry book that Mr. Reid had suggested. It is three weeks into the term and I am already ahead in Chemistry. Reid suggests that Iero and I try some experiments that aren’t actually a requirement, but will test our capabilities. It appears that Frank has become my permanent Chemistry partner.

A small cough behind me alerts me to the presence of a tall but slutty looking girl with an insane amount of makeup on her otherwise plain face. “Cam Donahue?” she asks and I nod. “You’re the one who always get together with Frank when he has girlfriends, right?” I shrug slightly. “Well, he’s my boyfriend now and everything was going great until a few days ago when he seemed off. Has he been cheating on me with you?”

“No.”

“Do you think he would?”

“I could try,” I say, pulling the Chemistry book I was looking for off the shelf and wiping the dust off the cover.

“Excuse me?”

“I could try to get him to kiss me. Then you’ll know if he really is loyal to you or not. Believe me, if he is going to cheat on you with somebody, it’ll be me,” I explain as I flip through the book.

“I don’t need you to come onto my boyfriend! And besides, he would never cheat on me. He loves me.”

“If you’re so sure then it wouldn’t matter if I came onto him; he wouldn’t kiss me anyway,” I reply. She frowns, her face contorting into what I can only assume is her thinking expression.

“I suppose,” she mutters.

“If he isn’t loyal to you, wouldn’t you rather just know than be strung along?”

“I guess.”

“So really, it only makes sense that you want my help.” I smile, lulling her into the false impression that it was her idea to begin with.

“Yeah…that makes sense…You could try and get him to cheat on me, and if he does, which he won’t, then I can just dump him. But if he doesn’t then I know he really loves me.”

“It will cost you twenty dollars.”

    “What?”

    “Twenty dollars.”

    “You want me to pay you?” she asks, aghast that anyone would want money for the chance to kiss Frank Iero. I nod. “How about ten?” I shake my head, “Fifteen?” I start walking down the aisle, running my finger over the spines of the books on the shelf as I do so. “Fine! Twenty!” she snaps. “But I want to see it, to make sure you aren’t making stuff up,” she sneers, afraid that I’ll try and break her and her precious Frankie up for my own personal gain.

“Tomorrow just before lunch, the little hallway to the side of the cafeteria,” I instruct before slamming the book I was thumbing through shut. It was a standard meeting spot.

It was Frank Iero. Easy. I’ve been waiting for his first girlfriend to come running to me.

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Returning to my study table I see a brunette sitting in one of the empty seats tapping the table with a pencil. “Melissa.” She looks up and smiles as I sit down.

“Hey Cam.” She sighs, putting down her pencil. I nod in greeting. “So, I’ve been wondering when you were going to help me with Victor,” she explains bluntly.

“I’m just laying down some ground work,” I reply automatically.

“Ground work?”

“Melissa, I haven’t talked to the guy in three years; me waltzing up and trying to kiss him will not go over well. Besides, in my rather broad experience with the opposite sex, I have come to realize that some guys take longer to work than others.” I have to make them notice me before I throw myself at them, make them curious, make them think I am interested, get into their head so they cannot help but be fascinated with me. I have to make them think they have a chance with me, even though they are the taken one. Other guys like Iero and Will just need a suggestive smile and they’re mine.”