Author's note: This is a fictional story that includes sexual themes. The sexual descriptions in this story take place between adult characters aged 18 or older.
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For three and a half years I've been the school slut. Or at least, that's what you'd hear if you asked around. Every school has their "mean girls" clique and mine was Vicky, Leslie, and Miranda. They're the ones who started this rumor about me having sex with any guy who looks my way. They always have a short list of insults to throw about my weight and my looks too, even though I'm not very fat and I definitely look better than Vicky with her disgusting snaggletooth.
Despite the rumors, I've never actually had sex before. In fact, believe it or not, I never even knew how to masturbate until three or four months ago. Sure, I've spent a lot of time since then soaking my bedsheets, but a couple fingers or an old magic marker aren't the same as being with a real guy. Even virgins know that. Anyway, I wasn't interested in living up to my reputation; I wasn't really planning on having sex until college, or maybe this summer. That is, until William and I started talking after health class last Friday.
"Julia's so loose down there she probably can't even have a baby. I bet it would just fall out of her." Vicky cackled on her way out of the classroom, followed by Leslie and Miranda, who repeated the same insult down the hallway.
"Why don't you ever fight back when it comes to those three?" William looked at me with a raised eyebrow, half-heartedly trying to put the rest of his things away. The substitute bolted out of the health class as soon as the bell rang, so it was just the two of us.
"What the hell do you expect me to do, smash their skulls with my huge ass?" William and I don't know each other very well, and I've always had a mild irrational dislike for him. I guess he just had one of those faces you wouldn't mind seeing get punched. He's a nerdy type who rarely speaks up, especially to girls. One might guess that he'd even look attractive in a few years. Either way, I wasn't exactly in the mood to talk about the mean girls.
"Dude, you have to know that you're not as fat as they say you are." William said through a nervous chuckle. I was getting upset but saw he was beginning to sweat already; this might be the first time he's spoken one-on-one with a girl who wasn't his mom.
"What the fuck? You call a girl 'dude' and then say that and think it's supposed to make me feel better or something?" I shoved one of my binders hard into my bag for effect.
"That's not...I'm..." William was turning beet red and I started feeling a little bad about disliking him for no reason. "Look, I'm sorry...I just say 'dude' because, I guess I'm just less nervous when I talk like that. And I didn't mean to call you fat, either!" I gave him a bit of the stink-eye at that again.
"Well, what was it you did mean to say to me, then? Am I fat or not?" I sat still with my arms folded across my chest, waiting for him to eke out a coherent response.