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Boy 2 of 3

Andrew Wrostberger. We met sophomore year, when I was a geeky girl in Spanish Club and he was the senior star on the soccer team. Funny, isn’t? How I always fell in love with the popular guys? I guess I’ve just always liked the guys who everyone else likes too. But I never really had a crush on Andrew. I knew the rumors. Ever since school started boys had been touching me and taunting me. Andrew stopped his friends from teasing me, and asked me out. I said yes because he was nice, and cute, and popular. We dated for almost all of sophomore year. I went to my honors and AP classes and Andrew went to his normal classes. I went to Spanish Club and church youth group and did volunteer work while Andrew went to soccer practice. I went to every game and then he took me to the after parties. Everyone kind of ignored me, but Andrew never let go of me. He noticed when I was feeling uncomfortable and would whisper compliments in my ear. I brought him home to meet my parents and they loved him as much, or more, than I did. And then one day at the end of April, Andrew picked me up and took me on a moonlit picnic at the park. With candles and everything. It was very romantic. And we had sex. That was my first time. And it was everything I wanted to be. I really thought Andrew loved me.

But when I went to school the next day, Andrew didn’t talk to me. Actually, he’s never said another word to me since. I found out from some girl who finally took pity on me. She found me crying in the back of library and told me everything. I won’t say her name, since I wouldn’t want her kindness to hurt her. Patient, aren’t you, Andrew? I’m sure I don’t need to explain what happened, since everyone knew but me. But I’m going to anyway. Andrew made a bet with his soccer team mates and other popular friends, that he could get me to sleep with him. Of course, they all thought it would be easy, since I was such a slut. But when the rumors didn’t prove true, Andrew didn’t give up. He pretended to love me, dragged me along to all those parties, and he got me to fall for him. He played me. And everyone knew that was what he was doing. Everyone but me. And no one said a thing. I still wouldn’t know what happened unless that girl in the library took pity on me, since the plan was to just dump me without a word. And Andrew? Congratulations. You won your freaking bet.  I guess I’ll never know what you actually won. Money? Something more? I hope it was something really great. Because whatever you won? That was a sixth of the price of my life. So yes, Andrew, you’re a dickhead. All your friends are dickheads too. But everyone else in this freaking situation sucks too. Because after a few months, people started to wonder why Andrew was dating me, and his friends explained why. So everyone knew about the bet. And no one told me. Not even my Spanish Club friends. Or my first boyfriend, Colin. And certainly not Nicole.