Katniss Cyril Francois, yes, that's me, the sluttiest bitch at school. You don't have to judge me and spit it on my face over and over again, i already admitted it. Yes, I'm a slut, but I have my reasons.
I'm used to being called that way, nicknames and stuff, having a bad reputation, being the main topic in gossips around the school, and I'm used to being the center of attention.
How'd I become a slut? Simple, boring, story, I fell in love, got rejected, chose a path i never expected to walk into, followed my sister's steps.
Oh yeah, my sister. She was a year older than me.
Back then, people would compare us both, I'm a nerd, she's a slut, she was pretty, I wasn't, I was never noticed, she was the center of attention,honestly, I never felt any hint of jealousy for her, but it all changed when it happened.
I love my sister, and I care about her, and she cares about me, even though she was the 'devil of the school' she always looked after me ever since.. ever since our parents died.
But that's part of the past now, and i moved on, the only thing I haven't moved on, is when the first and only person I fell in love with used me for someone else. Yep, i was heart-broken. But I didn't run away, I never run away.
I faced reality. Or, I changed reality.
I changed the way I used to be with the help of my sister, she encouraged me, and now, I'm stronger, the fragile me was gone, it was long gone, I have moved on, but, that fragile girl came back when it happened all over again.
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"What the hell did you do!?" I heard a feminine voice behind me. I groaned and turned around to meet a very angry face. I have never seen a girl this pissed before and honestly speaking, I am a little bit afraid.
"She knew what she was getting into. Everyone knows I am player and I never stick to one girl." I shrugged and turned around to walk away. I didn't even take one step when I felt a firm hand on my t-shirt. She took a fist full of my shirt and turned me around so I was facing her. She then held my collar. Damn, she is almost the same height as me and if I would have been any normal guy, I would be terrified of her.
"You don't treat girls like trash, asshole. She has feelings, she is not some toy that you got bored from after playing for a while. Apologize to her." She said through gritted teeth pointing towards Leah who was crying her eyes out. I noticed the crowd that started forming around us. I shrugged her hand away from my t-shirt and glared at her.
"I will not apologize to anyone." I said slowly through gritted teeth. She is starting to piss me off. No one clashes me and no one stands against me. Even though I am new here, everyone knows that. I saw her eyes go blank and before I could duck, her fist made contact with my face and I felt sharp pain coursing through my nose. I held my nose tight and felt warm liquid flowing to my lips.
Olivia Claire is a 16 year old high scholar. She is a fighter who never took anyone's shit and is famous for it. She mostly minds her own business occasionally helping people that might need her.
Carter Grayson is a 16 year old guy recently transferred to Olivia's high school. Tall, handsome guy with lean figure, hazel eyes, brown hair and smile to die for. He has been known to be a player in his last high school and he plans on continuing that identity.
So, what happens when a typical bad boy clashes with a not-so-nerd bad girl.