Arrest Me (Mature ZM)

Chapter 1

Some would describe me as a slut.

Some a homewrecker.

Some a whore.

Some a diseased bitch.

But those people are just seeing it from the outside.

I would describe myself more as...very sexually active. Emphasis on the very.

It's not a negative thing at all. Sex is amazing and I don't know what I would do without it. It allowed me to escape from my crappy life for however long I wanted and I came out of it feeling overjoyed.

People at school would judge me for sleeping around and rumors about me having STDs are spread like wildfire. But those rumors aren't true and I'm having the time of my life. I have a clean bill of health and I was ready to get nasty with anyone who had the same.

I believe that everyone else is just jealous of my promiscuity.

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"Ava, are you going to the party tonight?" My friend Nicole asked me. She was one of the only girls in the school who would talk to me after all of the things I had done. She wasn't necessarily considered my best friend, but I would call her a friend.

Nicole would also be called a slut by the "outside world", as we liked to call them. She wasn't as promiscuous as me though; I held the crown.

Nicole and I were sitting in Physics class before the bell rang that signaled the beginning of first period. I absolutely hated physics but it was required in order for me to graduate in the spring. I would suck the old teacher off if it meant getting a passing grade. But sadly, he didn't seem like the kind of teacher to go for a blowjob under the desk.

"Which party? I've been invited to three already," I smirked. That was one benefit of being the school "slut": the guys loved you, but the girls hated you. But it wasn't like I was into having sex with girls. It was normal for me to be invited to at least five parties on Fridays.

"Mark's," Nicole said, twirling her fingers through her thick blonde hair. I was so jealous of her hair. I was stuck with the normal brown color that everyone seemed to have. In middle school, I contemplated dying it, but then I would be seen as a freak more than I already was. Only the weird kids dyed their hair. And, in my opinion, it would start to look ratty after a few weeks, so it wasn't worth it.

Mark was easily the richest kid in our grade. He was known for throwing the best ragers where everyone would get completely drunk. But Mark was a complete asshole, so there was no way I was going to his party.

"Nah," I shrugged and looked in my bag for lip gloss.

"Why not?" Nicole had been wanting to sleep with Mark for the longest time. She was finally getting close to actually sealing the deal; meanwhile, I had sealed the deal back during freshman year when he wasn't such an asshole.

"Cause he's an ass," I rolled my eyes and applied my lipgloss. "And I got invited to a party in Englewood; so I think I'm going to go there."

"Well, I'm going to Mark's..." Nicole said as I put my lipgloss back in my bag. She had a sort of snotty tone to her voice that showed how she thought she was better than me. Psh, as if.

"Okay, have fun," I smiled and then the bell rang. I could care less if she went with me to the party; she would just be a cock-blocker and annoying because she gets extremely drunk.

I was not in the mood to babysit somebody at a party. I was never in the mood to babysit a whiny drunk girl.

Mr. Williams walked in and slammed the door shut, as he did most days. He hated our class. I mean hated. He would rather yell at our class for a half an hour instead of actually teaching. I'm pretty sure he has the record for most kids thrown out of class/sent to the office.