Okay, so we all know at Grace Prep Academy, everyone is below me. I'm basically their queen, a fresher queen though. One with expensive clothes, all of the latest handbangs, and I've got my best friend Leah and delish Deacon.
"Hey girl!", as Ashley hugs me. I can smell the weed on that bitch. I've hated her every since grade eight when she tricked me by convincing me the Kate Spade bags were hot (I still rocked them thohgh, I can rock anything, even sweatpants!).
"Kisses for my bitches, gotta run!", as she eye fucks Deacon like she owns the place. Her obvious boob job, nose job, and eye lift bothers the fuck out of me. But Deacon doesn't like those fake hoes, that's why he's with me. Little bastards don't know what's coming to them if they try to stick their tounges in his mouth.
Leah is a 113 pound slut. I woke up to a wonderful text message from my baby, and another from the slut, saying she had just woken up with three guys in bed with her. Her tally this week is five guys, two girls, and it's only Tuesday. That's what I call a full on slut.
Since Deacon's got that, "no sex till marriage" phase going on, the only thing we've gotten to is a big of tounge action and of course he feels me up whenever, and I don't have a problem with that whatsoever. Yesterday we made out for twenty three minutes, he's basically a sexless man-whore
and
I'm a Goddess.
