I slept with who?

“Do I know you?” He asks in a perplexed voice. I can tell he has no idea who I am.
I put on my brightest and most charming smile.
“Hey Dean! You really don't remember me?” I laugh
He chuckles also like I'm flirting with him and grins saucily at me, “sorry darling, cant say I do.”
MAN WHORE
“You want me to jog your memory?” I say in a sweet voice.
“Umm, sure.” he says with a glance at the blond he was just kissing.
PRICK
At this point she is glaring at our over friendly exchange. Hah good. Slut.
“Okay, maybe this help,” I start still smiling pleasantly. “The last time we saw each other you were screwing a Russian hooker in our bed.”

This story is about Clara Jackson, who was supposed to travel Europe with her boyfriend Dean. But then a week into the trip she catches him cheating on her. After that she spends the next two years reinventing herself from goth girl with a beer gut to Sunnyville Barbie. When she returns home no one really recognizes her and when they do she gets into some very uncomfortable situations. This book contains some crude language and is really funny so be warned.