Oh, My, Addison

Chapter One - Melanie - Bored

I was quite aware that I had a reputation, and I definitely was aware that it wasn't a nice reputation.

Did I care that some people thought I was the class whore? No.

Did I care that some people thought I was a bitch? No.

Did I care that some people used me for the parties I threw at my house? Or the sex? No.

Because quite frankly, I was eighteen, and this was my last year of high school. I literally could give zero fucks about who judged me, who hated me, and even those that liked me. I was going to be off to college soon, and that would be my grand departure from this boring place. So, who said I couldn't have a bit of fun along the way?

I have never been in a relationship, and I have never had a romantic connection with anyone. I mean, high school relationships are bound to fail anyway - even if they make it through the summer before college. So why would I start one now, when I could start after I go away?

Plus, every relationship I've had was purely sexual, and I didn't mind. I definitely didn't mind being the girl other girls experimented with, the booty call, or the one they secretly admired behind closed closets (ha).

I simply didn't care.

The only person that I've had a sexual encounter with and actually like - but only like in a friendship, wing-girl kinda thing - was Adrienne Andrews. She's pretty chill, and I'd say we considered ourselves friends despite the fact that we fucked a couple months ago.

We'd definitely hook up every now and then, but also play video games and criticize romantic-comedies. She threw a party at her house, then I'd throw one at mine - then we'd help each other set up or clean up. It was a pretty good friendship set-up.

But, now, Adrienne has this "thing" going on with a girl named June Parker, which I could have sworn they hated each other just a couple months ago. However, they're definitely fucking - or together - or whatever they call love nowadays, and it's left me quite bored.

So, naturally, while Adrienne goes off to do her romance thing, I had to find someone else to occupy my time - sexually. Or, at least for a moment. If not, I definitely think I would die of boredom, and I simply cannot do that now considering I have a lot of college applications to turn in.

I mean, I could have easily gone to a softball practice...a basketball game...a cheer practice...literally any sport that was occurring after school, and I probably would have had the opportunity to get a past hook-up.

But what was the fun in that?

"Melanie!" I snapped out of my thinking habits and quickly looked up at the teacher's stern voice. Oops. "I suggest that if you decide to daydream you do it on your own time. Now, what is the answer to question eight?"

I blinked and looked down at my paper. I completely forgot that we were going over questions to the recent pre-test we took a week ago. Today, we were supposed to go over all our wrong answers and correct them by the end of the class. Was it really the end of class already?

"I, uh-" I started but realized that I still had number eight wrong. In actuality, I had none of the answers corrected during the time period. I chewed on the inside of my lip as I shrugged, "Sorry, I couldn't figure that one out."

The teacher raised an eyebrow then sighed, "Whenever we're doing something in class, Melanie, please decide to grace us with your presence and do the work." I looked at the clock and realized that there were only a few minutes of class left. I frowned and kinda felt bad that I wasted those couple minutes with my idiocy. I actually liked this teacher.