"I'm not a slut"

The thought that constantly was on Williams mind was now said out loud as he stood in front of the mirror in his room. He never used it normally but now he stood there trying to find something about him that was so wrong. There had to be. Why else did his friends leave him, why else did everybody hate him.

"I'm not a slut"

But he didn't quite believe it. If everybody else said that he was then he had to be, right? But how could he be, he was still a virgin. Did it show on him in some way? He looked closer, black hair, big dark blue eyes, normal length, he didn't see what was so wrong. Perhaps it could be seen in his eyes?

He sighed and went to open his backpack that had been discarded on the floor when he came home. He opened it and took out his homework, "Write about a normal day in your life". He looked at it for a while, he wasn't really up to any homework right now. He was about to put it back in his backpack when he saw that there was something written on the back of the paper.

"A normal day in Williams life: Wake up, fuck around, go to school, go home, fuck around, go to a bar, pay people to sleep with him, come home late, go to sleep and then it starts all over again."

William felt his eyes tear up.

"I'm not a slut"

But he didn't believe it. Did everybody think like this about him? He couldn't take this anymore, he needed someone to talk to but his mother was too busy all the time and his father was still away at an important 6 months business trip. He was always away, perhaps it was so that he could avoid his whore of a son, a small voice in his head provided.

"Dad loves me"

But for some reason William found it hard to believe. William laid down on his bed and hugged one of his pillows tightly, pretending that he hugged his dad and whispered one last time before sleep claimed him.

"I'm not a slut"

AN: I'm planning on making this a oneshot but I could think of making it longer if anyone is interested.