That's the Thing About Sex *ON HOLD*

Prologue

 In elementary school, the idea of sex was foreign. It was unknown to pretty much everyone, and if it was heard of, it was described simply as, “When you kiss on a bed.” Well, that’s what I thought it was at least. Innocent minds equal innocent expectations. Love is just a four letter word and sex had nothing to do with it.

In middle school, everyone knew what sex was, or at least the basics. We were told just before we went for our first day of school, in order to help minimize the mental scarring brought upon us by the older kids on the bus. As if that could protect us. The perversion of our innocent minds was inevitable, it’s textbook so to speak. I mean you walk in on the first day and by the end of the week you’re at home practicing Kama Sutra on a pillow praying your mom won’t walk in on you.

And then high school rolls along. The time for learning, the time for experiencing, the time for experimenting, either the best, or the worst, years of your life! Slutty girls act innocent to attract guys, unexperienced guys act like players to attract girls. People pretend to be people they’re not in order to get away from the dreaded status of being a virgin, which in turn causes them to burn through sexual partners like wild fire. It’s a circle that never ends.

But then there are those annoying ass people who already know what they want out of life. They know where they’re going after high school. What they want their life to be like. They know how to handle a relationship. They don’t make mistakes because they know one little slip up could screw up their 20-year-plan. You know, the ones all of our parents want us to be like, the ones we swear we hate when really we’re just jealous of the fact that they’re stable enough to do everything they do. Yeah, those stupid fucks.

Obviously, I do not fit into that group. I’m an overtly sexual, dramatic, sarcastic teenage girl with a daddy complex. I’m far from perfect. Very far from it. Like I’m in Antarctica and “perfect” is all the way in Alaska. But do I care about that? No. I believe people should do as they please. And instead of giving a fuck, you should just fuck. No pressure. No high expectations. I mean who has the time to stress so much? Why waste four years whining and complaining when you could just be having fun?

I’ve lived by that mentality my whole life. Since I came out of the womb, since my mom decided we’d move to a new town as soon as I started 1st grade, since my dad died when I was 8, since I became best friends with one of those “stupid fucks” I mentioned earlier, since I made the mistake of having sex for the first time when I was barely 14, and since I made the decision that I was in love with Blake Evans.

Some people would see my life as fun, others as a desperate cry for help. Uptight parents would blame it on the fact that I’m not old enough to comprehend what sex is and what it means. That it basically would be my down fall. I agree and disagree on that thought. Sex does change a lot of things. It makes you see yourself in a different way. It varies from person to person if that way is positive or not, and it definitely causes people to clash. But I guess that’s the thing about sex, it complicates the hell out of your life. It definitely did that with mine.

Here it is! The long awaited KatxBlake spin-off from The Jock's Babysitter! I am so excited to get this going :) I hope you all enjoy!

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*You do not have to read TJB to understand this story, but it can help give insight on other charcters in this story, including Kat!*