I was the girl in High School that developed early. Got attention from the senior guys and was hated by the older girls. Did I care? Nope. They were bitches and so was I. I honestly turned out to be the popular girl in High School and also a huge slut. I wasn't smart nor did I do any sports. The only thing I had going for me was my looks. So, If you look at it like that I had nothing going for me other then prostituting/being a sugar baby. I partied all the time. Failed a grade and have been to 5 different high schools. At all of those high schools I was still popular. Girls would follow me, wear what I wear and the guys would always pay attention. Great life right? Not really. I was scary also. I was a huge bitch to girls I didn't like and would send them home crying. What kind of person was I? I hated myself so much I had to make others feel even worse about themselves. I wasn't always like this. I used to be the innocent girl trying to fit in and always got bullied. I used to go to church every sunday with family or family friends. I wouldn't disobey my parents or even try anything remotely bad because I knew god was watching me at all times.
Everything became different after my mother and aunt died of cancer. Fuck cancer. After living with my dad and brother, I could pretty much do anything. My dad was probably the most easy going person in the world. He would spoil me desperately because he was trying to make up for what he did when I was younger. Fucking bastard hit us. My dad would let us doing anything we wanted and have anything we wanted. Once I turned 12, I got my first thong and bra even though I had no tits. I got tight jeans and started to wear make up. I would wear those 2 inch zipper dorinas and tight belly tops. I looked like a 12 year old hooker. Of course I got attention. Especially from older guys. They had no idea what my real age was. I almost turned out like those girls in the movie Thirteen, except for the drugs. Since where I live isn't such a big area everyone eventually knows everyone. People already knew who I was before I even hit high school. I got invited to the older parties. I had my two main girls. So I would take them and we would drink at my place since my dad was cool. Life was one huge fucking party.
In grade 8 I dated one of the Senior guys. He was popular and got voted biggest party animal in the high school year book. Chad had a car. He would take me everywhere. I felt amazing. Getting attention from the senior guys was probably the best feeling a grade 8 girl could get in high school. The girls in chad's grade obviously hated my guts. I didn't care though. I always just thought they were jealous, which was an obvious fact. I lost my virginity too him when I was 14 and he was 18. Yes its illegal but it was also kinda hot. My best friends also lost their virginity to their boyfriends. We were like a pack. Girls in our grade wanted to join us in our adventures but we never paid attention to anyone else. Except I had an older best friend who was a year older then me. She was hott and kinda a bitch. Which is how we got along so well, also it helped that we were next door neighbours.
I dumped chad after a year and 6 months of dating. Why did I dump him? Well he became obsessive and would literally stalk me. Once a girl two years older then I had a birthday party. Only guys her age were invited. So he got really pissed that I went to a party that he couldn't go to. Who cares right? They were younger then him. I left my phone in my purse in a room where I hid it so it wouldn't get stolen and apparently he was calling me every 10 seconds. Chad showed up at the party and saw me talking to some guy. I wasn't even flirting. He yelled at me "You fucking bitch!". He pushed me against the wall and started screaming shit I cant even remember. Alex then told Chad that it was time for him to leave. Alex was the birthday girls older brother that was helping watch the party and to make sure nothing got broken. Chad left and he made a scene... He smashed his phone out side the house. What a fucking loser eh? How the hell was I supposed to return his calls later if he breaks his stupid phone?
That's when I realized my boyfriend was obsessed with me. I broke up with him and he went crazy. Called my house a million times when I wasn't picking up to my cell phone. He would send me long emails on Facebook saying I ruined his life and how I am the biggest bitch in the entire world. Like I didn't already know that. He would send my friend voicemails because he knew I would be with her. Fucking stalker. Then other days he would say he was sorry and that he misses me and how he loves me and wants us to get back together. Of course I said no. He started doing coke and told me it was my fault he started doing it. That he had to turn to coke to be happy. Honestly he kept making him self look worse then he already did. No girl is going to go back to some psychopath. It took him over a year to get over me. When I finally stopped getting messages I was thankful. I was tired of looking like the girl with the crazy ex. Made guys not want to even try to hook up with me. Once I was single I literally hooked up with a lot of guys. I was free and I felt powerful.
I never had tits until grade 10. I went from a B to a DD in two months. Honestly don't ask me how. My boobs just decide to finally appear within two months of me being 15. I was the girl in high school with the big tits. I switched schools and being the new girl was exciting. I loved being the new girl. Probably because I knew I was going to get more attention. Which is what I crave. The older guys whistled at me in the hallways when I walked by saying "check out the new girl". My locker was right by the boys changing room. So whenever the guys on the football team went to go change while I was at my locker they said "hey" and winked. Once when I was grabbing my books the captain of the football team walked over to me.
"hey, so your new here right?"
"yep, just switched schools about 2 weeks ago."
"Well, then hi. I'm Garrett. Whats your name?" He handed out his right hand to shake.
I smiled "I'm Dylan." I quickly brushed by him leaving his hand there hanging. He turned around and yelled "Come to our home game tonight. If we win we are having a after party."
I didn't reply because the bell rang and I had to get to class. I was day dreaming for the rest of the day. Thinking about his blue eyes, perfect brown hair that swept across his forehead meeting perfectly before the eyebrows. He wasn't tanned but he had a darker skin tone. I could tell that in the summer he must get really dark.
I made friends quickly. One of the girls that was kinda pretty but not really. Came up to me and said "So what did Garrett have to say to you?" I took a quick glance at her. "He was just being nice and introducing himself. Which you aren't even doing." She then took a step back hearing the bitchy tone in my voice. She then already wanted to be my friend. Its weird how that works. You be a bit mean to someone but not really and they already fall at your feet wanting to be in on what ever you're doing or thinking. She said sorry and introduced her self as May. Who names their kid after a month? I kinda thought it was cool. I told May about the after party Garrett was telling me about. She then got all excited and ditched her friends to go to the home game with me that night.
When we showed up half way through the game. May whispered to me "Remind me why we showed up half way?" I told her "It's all about how you play your cards." She looked confused and I didn't bother explaining how to make your self look more appealing to guys. You don't want to look desperate and you don't want to look like you're trying to hard. I think every girl should have that instinct but I guess it was just me because my older brother taught me everything.
Garrett was already looking at me before I even spotted him. When I did spot him I smiled and gave a little wave. He smiled back and returned the wave. May started giggling and saying how awesome it was that he waved back. She was kinda annoying and had no idea how to act mature. I giggled back with her to enjoy the feeling with her. But honestly I wasn't even interested. I just wanted to go to the party and meet more people. Football guys weren't my type.
When they won the game I left the bleachers and started walking to the parking lot making it look like I wasn't even trying to get an invite to this party. May whispered "What are you doing? Don't you want to wait for Garrett to give you the address?" I told her to shush. Then I herd running footsteps behind me. And a boy yelling "Dylan wait up!" I turned around. He then stopped at his tracks right in front of me. He then said "Did you enjoy the game?" I laughed "Well I don't really understand the game." He smiled "I can always explain it to you. Maybe at the after party? Do you have a pen or paper?" I gave him a weird look. "Does it look like I carry around pens and paper with me when I am outside of school?" He gave me a quick laugh and asked for my number. I ended up giving it to him.
May and I showed up at the party around 11pm. May was staying at my place of course or her parents wouldn't have even let her go to the party. Beer bottles were already covering the front yard. People screaming and music blaring. I was surprised the neighbours haven't even complained but I'm guessing they also are fans of the foot ball team because parents were drinking and laughing at the house beside it. Before we walked in I remember seeing a girl on the yard puking with her friend holding up her hair. God I wanted a drink so badly. I walked into the house and went upstairs to where the kitchen was. A guy was doing a keg stand while Garrett and his buddies were chanting "chug, chug, chug". I felt good because I was wearing my favourite black tank top from Aritzia that showed off a bit of cleavage but not to much to look like I'm trying to hard. I also had on my favourite M.A.C lipstick called Blankety. It was the perfect nude shade. I straightened my hair and had lots of mascara on with a bit of top eyeliner. I always wear a bit of bronzer.
Garrett saw me from afar and walked towards me. He smiled "I thought you weren't going to show up."
I yelled a bit so he could hear me over the loud music "I would never miss out on a great party."
He then introduced me to all of his teammates/friends. They were all really nice and drunk. I had some drinks and May got a bit to drunk and started dancing on a table. Girls were laughing at her and I felt bad so I yelled at the laughing girls "Your just to chicken shit to even get on that table because your scared it might break from your fat asses." They looked at me surprised that I had such a big mouth for such a small girl. I then got up on the table and started dancing with her. I stuck my middle finger up at the girls who then walked away. The guys were cheering and Garrett couldn't stop looking at me. I was laughing with May dancing with her. After that night I ended up really liking her. She had a cute personality and she defiantly knew how to party. We left around 2am. Garrett told me to call him once we got home so he knew that we were okay. I told him there was no need because we were taking a cab home. When the cab got to the house I had to carry May to the car. She was so drunk she could barely stand. Poor girl is going to have the worse hang over in the morning.
.....I will post a part two of "How it all started" later. I'm trying to share my life story for all those girls who wish to party. Trust me there is a moral to the story. It may sound all fun and games right now but you wont like how it ends up.
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