Diary of a High School Slut

❺: Dear Diary

[CHAPTER FIVE]
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"Spill! Every last detail as to why you had us worried sick, we thought you died" Chelsea shook me by my shoulders. We were now in her room, sitting face to face on her bed.

"Well Colby offered me a place to stay when I couldn't get a hold of you or anyone and I just slept over at his house" I said while fiddling with my fingers.

"You what? This is insane, Colby White never let's anyone near his house, not after.." She trailed off "Wait you're wearing his clothes aren't you?"

"I guess so, I woke up in a huge tee shirt and he was sleeping on one of the couches in his room" I shrugged.

"This is huge!" Chelsea squealed and bounced excitedly on her bed.

"I thought you liked him?" I asked.

Chelsea just laughed. Guess not.

"No. I already told you friends with benefits" she looked at me like I had some sort of mental retardation. I'll have you know, I just have short term memory.

"I think I'm going to get ready for school tomorrow" I got up and opened her bedroom door.

"The dreaded Monday" she laughed.

With that I walked out and made my way to my room which was just down the hall. When I closed the door behind me I noticed a leather bound book on the bed along with a pack of colorful pens. When I got closer I noticed my name was written on the cover in gold.

When I opened the book a note fell out, it read:
'Janine, as a part of the project, you are required to document everyday in this diary in your own words and as you remember them, don't hold back, anything you think you should write.
xoxoC'

And that I did, I wrote the events I remembered leading up to the very moment I picked up the book. But not before writing, 'Diary of a High School Slut' on the first page.

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Dinner was brought to my room and I took the opportunity to face time my mom and dad. Our conversation was brief, they were always busy. Mom's a doctor and Dad's a business man. That's another reason why I didn't hesitate to leave when I got the chance.

An hour after I packed my school bag and chose my outfit for tomorrow, slimming black skinny jeans, a white tank top, black heeled booties, and a leather jacket. I settled down in my bed and caught up on homework. I mean this whole slutty façade won't get me through life.

It was 9:52 when I finished and I was currently eating cereal and scrolling through tumblr. Looking at endless photos of beautiful girls, artsy scenery, and scrumptious guys.

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Self esteem plummets
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Where can I buy a guy like that?

After more scrolling and reblogging I shut my laptop off and curl up under the covers.

I was this close to drifting off to dream land when my phone started ringing.

I checked the caller ID, Colby?

"What the hell do you want at this ungodly hour?" I snarled.

"I just wanted to bid you goodnight and I hope you have sweet dreams, sleep well you're going to need it" he hung up.

Before I could react I settled into sleep.

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The next morning was like every other, Chelsea and I bickered over my fashion sense, I win and wear what I chose and then we all eat elaborately prepared meals for breakfast. No matter how many times I say a bowl of cereal is fine.