Harlot

you've got to be what they want

“I heard there’s a new kid,” Katie said, “and that he’s really cute. You going to fuck him?” I turned my head to look at her. Diary, I hate that kind of question. But I act like a slut, so of course they’re going to think I’m a slut. I am a slut.

I shrugged, though, falling into the stereotype easily. You’ve got to be what they want, you know.

“Someone’s gotta do it, right?”

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two. decided I might as well post this one also.
Maybe I'll post another later tonight. This whole thing is already written.
This reminds me of when I started Heavy Heart, it was three in the morning and not many people were on and I posted five or six chapters in five or six minutes.

This story will not be so tragic, I promise.