Classy Teenage Whore

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4--Rumor has it

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It had been about a week now, since I'd last hung out with Jason. I miss Jason. 'I'll have to send him a text..' I thought to myself.. I pulled out my new iPhone, and started typing. This didn't last long, until some bitch I didn't even know comes up to me with, "You fucking slut!"

I rolled my eyes, exhaled, and said, "What did I do, to hurt your precious life?" In a monotone, bored voice. The little blonde girl was really raising the attention on us. "You sucked my brother's d*ck!" She shouted. The croud really focused in now.

Puzzled, because I had had my mouth on more than one jewel in the past three months, I waited for her to continue. She did, "You don't even know him. He'd only been here a day. ONE DAY. You are the true meaning of whore." Josh. Only been here a day. Guess someone spills to their siblings. I didn't care though.

"You should be expelled, for being such a whore". She rampaged on and on about whores, and sluts, and babies. The crowd was waiting on a response, that I had been waiting to give. I was going to be polite, but this bitch didn't even know me.

"Yeah, I did it. I loved it. I'll do it again. And again. And again. And there's nothing you can do about it." The crowd let out a loud "OHH, SNAP!" She looked very mad, and upset at the same time. Her small frame then stormed off down the hall.

The crowd dispersed, whispers and giggles went with it. I finished the text message, and not but a few minutes after, Jason shows up. Mindy no longer hooked on him. Jason throws his arm on my shoulder and says, "Hey, sloppy. Heard you've been in some drama." He stated in a question. He flashed me a smile. "Yes, I need you around more often. " I sighed. "No worries, buddy. You've got me all weekend. He said, while messing up my hair with his knuckles.

Friday rolled around. Finally, my poor Ridgeline was done at the shop. What in the world take two weeks to fix? I was wondering what today's date was. Oh, yay. Next week, mother nature is supposed to give me my monthly punch in the face. I then realized that I had been on a dry spell for almost three months now. I needed sex, I thought to myself. I craved it.

I found myself asleep in my bed at five thirty that day. Jason had taken me to get my car, and I had gone straight to bed. I woke up around ten, just a few hours later. I checked my phone to find some texts from Jason, asking if I was feeling up to a party tonight. My mind said no, but my body said yes. I replied, and shortly after, Jason was here to pick me up. He sure did enjoy spending money on gas. His car got terrible gas mileage. Eight miles to the gallon is pricey, I say.

I hopped in the car, wearing black heels with a black matching mini skirt. On my upper half, I had on a tank that came an inch above the waist on my skirt to show off my stomach. I went ahead and put in hoop earrings, assuming there would be no cat fights tonight.

"Where are we headed?" I asked, "Oh, this kid named Aaron's house. You've probably met him. He plays baseball, he hangs out with Tommy." Great, the guys from the parking lot. Oh well. There would be a ton of people there. Who cares?

We pulled up to the party, music blaring, cups everywhere, people everywhere. Some people were passed out on the lawn, real classy. I walked in, linked to Jason's arm. I loved the music they were playing. It was music with a beat you could dance to, and I wanted to dance. I also wanted to stay sober, so I could remember the night. Neither of us knew very many people dancing, so we just danced together.