Classy Teenage Whore

Chapter 1

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Chapter 1--High School is Classy

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"Michaela! Get up! You're going to be late!" I slowly got out of bed, dreading the first day back to school. It was senior year, so I should have been more excited. It's not that I hated school, I actually loved it..I just hated all of the bitchy girls and the horny boys; but mostly the boys. I had been "blessed" with "a body of a God". Fuck my life.

I pulled on a cute, denim mini skirt to show off my summer tan I had gotten, follwed by a white scoop neck tee with a long necklace draping around my neck. I liked to be fashionable. I headed to my bathroom to do something to my rat's-nest of a hair do.

I pulled my long auburn hair out of the messy bun and started to brush it out. It was naturally straight, so all I ever did to it was style it. I parted it over to the side. I hated when girls split it straight down the middle. Only the Kardashians can pull that look off. I put on black eyeliner to show off how dark my brown eyes were, and put on some mascara. I never took too much time out of my day to get ready.

'Ding Dong' My ride was here. Normally, I would have driven myself, except my Honda Ridgeline was in the shop for that pole I had hit a few days ago...I ran upstairs, with my flats in hand and grabbed my bag on the way.

I opened the door to find my best friend, Jason. Yes, my best friend is a guy. We've been best friends for years now, and I love him to death. "Damn, sexy. Looking real flashy today, aren't we?" I shot him a glare and said, "Shut up, you ogre." He just laughed as I put on my shoes. He held out his arm towards his giant black hummer. "Shall we?" He said. "We shall". Jason had always had nice things, as well as a nice body.

Damn, his dark brown hair looked so good against his tan skin. His bright blue eyes stood out brilliantly. His swimmer's body looked fantastic, he must have been working out. I could tell a difference.

We started to drive off towards the school when he said, "Look, I don't mean to piss you off or anything..but did your rack get bigger? 'Cause them things are looking FINE!" He said excitedly. "Would you ease up on the comments? As if last year wasn't bad enough. You know I'm going to hate everyone today". I said, sounding miserable.  "I know, I know. You look good. I'm actually proud that my best friend is a hottie." He flashed me the puppy dog eyes as we pulled into school. I sighed loudly as he parked.

"Come on, it's senior year! Besides, I'm still waiting on you to bust some chicks face up for hating on you. You know you still haven't done that yet, right?" He said, looking puzzled. "I'm classy. Well, I try to be." I said, trying to avoid eye contact. "Oh, I see. Classy rich girls always fuck their best friend? Haha, I'm kidding." He said grinning and flinching, knowing I was about to punch him. "That was ONE time!" I barked, hitting his arm. Yes, I fucked my best guy friend. I don't regret it either. I would do it again, too. I guess, sometimes, we can be friends with benefits. However, he was amazing in bed. I have no idea how, but he is. I started to daze off before I was rudely interrupted by Jason. "Well, let's go! Lazy ass".

We got out of the car, and started to walk up the huge hill. I don't know why our school had us walk up a hill that seemed a mile long. It was gravel, too. They could at least pave it. They spent all of our school funds on sports. Anything that had to do with sports. The principle was a jerk, too. He never punished guys that played sports, ever. There was no question for as to why we had the best, of the best athletes here. They all got special treatment, and their sport was considered a class period.

We walked under the sign that said "Welcome back, Pirates!" We walked down the halls towards our homerooms. I was waiting on the rest of the class to get in there, before going in. I was approached by a guy named Tyler, a football player. Not sure what he played, didn't care. He was tall, about 6'5. He was pale, with blonde shaggy hair. He was wearing his purple and yellow football jacket. Tyler had a strange look in his green eyes. 

Tyler propped his hand on the wall above me. "Hey, baby. Wanna play with me after school?" He said while putting his other hand on my lower back. "No, thank you. I have to be with--anyone else" I said, obviously lying. "Ooh, don't worry, baby.  I'll be waiting for you". He gave my ass a slight grab, and started walking off. This was going to be a long year.