So I’m making out with Cooper. What’s the big deal if I made out with his best friend last week? You would think people could get over that. And it’s not like anyone knows about Saturday night, except well, you know, him. The real bad thing about this no one even knows. I’m really just trying to get Jesse’s attention. I know, that’s bad. But how else is a girl supposed to get a guys attention when he’s actually putting up with that bitchy little self-centered slut he’s with now?
I wasn’t always like this. It wasn’t until ninth grade when I made the huge mistake of sleeping with my boyfriend to ‘make-up’ for flirting with someone. You know how the rest of the story goes. Then that’s all he wants and eventually I’m alone. I’ve been screwed up ever since. And now I’ve got a reputation.
No matter how hard I try, I always seem to end up in these situations. So I slept with Cooper’s best friend last Saturday and now I’m making out with him, just to catch Jesse’s attention. God, why am I such a slut?