The privilege.

Part 1.

The derogation of my reputation started when I was caught in the library having my dick sucked by two seniors, basically because I was a newbie, and had a so-called girlfriend I never gave much of a shit about.
The news spread the halls like fire, they were into politics so nobody got to know who they really were but I was like a new slag of the college and quite honestly, I enjoyed my reputation. It was like the hoes knew whom they got to call when they felt horny for a trade.

When I was in school, I never really had a lot of friends, I used to lock myself in a room and avoided social transactions. I just had one girlfriend back at that time and that too, she never let me fuck her in the portico. To be honest, she never let me fuck her any place in the world, so I don't even consider her as a real one but she would occasionally say that how I could never do better than her or how I would never have another girlfriend because I was just too shy to even talk to someone.

The days in my college were like a blooming flower, life was pretty good with chicks and flicks until one day, I got bashed for making out with a senior's girlfriend. Nobody even cared if she was really into me but because, 'how could you do that when you already know she has a boyfriend', that kind of fucked up the esteem and confidence I carried for so long without hesitation, you see, life is pretty unfair in these parts, people think that you are a bad person because you're just too honest, and honestly, I'm a very honest person, I've never disrespected anyone, I never gave false hopes to anyone, I've never called anyone names, but I've always been honest about my actions when in question, so when he asked me if I had something going on with her girl or not, I gave him the total description of us making out, like reading out a script adding that, 'she wanted me to do it' but he never cared about that part. He punched me anyway.

But you know, it almost takes like a couple of days or a good time with my homies to forget about all the bad times I've ever had, so sometimes people even confused me for being utterly shameless when I was just full of life. My perspective about life was simple, the more you hold onto the bad moments of life, the more you let those thoughts consume you, the thing is, not a lot of people could get that, not a lot of people are that strong, they let their bad moments consume them and for us, people who try to move on, they call us shameless.