Author's Note: 4 things:

1. Because I'm not writing this as carefully as I'm writing Heart Lotion, I'm afraid the characters are falling flat. If you think so, please, don't hesitate to call me out on it.

2. Much to my dismay, the rating… is going to have to move up to M soon.

3. I'm sorry this chapter is mostly dialogue. Can you feel my passionate hate for writing descriptions? Every time I come across having to write another description, I want to stop writing altogether. D: Forgive me.

4. Thank you to Cici for everything that you do for me. XD And to Mae. Because if it weren't for her, this chapter would be littered with mistakes and consist of only of dialogue. Plus, she stayed up until 4:30am to beta this. S2.

A friendly reminder that this story is just for fun, and not to be taken too seriously. :)

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slut – n.

1. a woman considered sexually promiscuous; a derogatory term
That white-trashed slut slept with my boyfriend.

2. a woman with the morals of a man

3. in some cases, used to refer to a woman who is wearing "skimpy" or tasteless clothing
"Wow, look at what a slut that woman is. I can see up her granny panties," Joe said to his buddy.
"That's my mom."

CHAPTER TWO

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"What is that?"

Deedee looked up from the opened book she held in her hands. It was wrapped in recycled Manila paper, like all of her textbooks, except it was the shape and size of a Harlequin romance novel.

"It's a book," she replied, giving Ben a cheeky grin. "You know, the love of your life."

Ben sat down across from Deedee at the lunch table—the only table in the cafeteria that wasn't dominated by the 'popular people.' Except unlike the rest of the IB students who had squished their way into sitting here, Ben was welcome at any table.

She had always wondered what it would feel like to be adored by everyone. Probably annoying.

Ben took a bite of his ravioli. "You don't read. I haven't seen you willingly pick up a book since Mrs. Buttrey chased you into a library corner. And that was fifth grade."

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