The time the school slut asked me out| Story time

I was 15 and he was 17. He was a very good looking guy and I can still list off the many girls in my group who were besotted by him. I was the good girl, the dedicated student, the girl naive to dating. He was the senior who was the school slut by reputation, well known for his sexual prowess and his multitude of conquests. And he wanted me to be his next.

It was 10pm at night and I was already asleep when a text message came through. It was some corny lyrics from a love song and from a number that I didn’t recognise. For many reasons, I didn’t not message the number back. The next day at school, he came up to me and asked if I’d received the message. I was truly shocked that someone who could have had nearly any girl in year 10, was sending poetry to nerdy, overweight (with admittedly giant boobs) me. I was sure that one of my friends had orchestrated this by giving him my phone number, but she vehemently denied it.

The text messages continued over the next few weeks. It was a game where he would text me late at night and then ask the next day why I hadn’t replied to them. He enjoyed making me uncomfortable by sitting close to me at break times and trying to touch my arms and legs. I knew that the rumour mill was running in overdrive and the other girls who were crushed out on him, my so-called friends, became very catty and tried to embarrass me in front of him.

The Valentine’s Dance was fast approaching. He asked me to the ball a few times when he caught me by myself and I was tempted to go. His reputation preceded him and I reasoned that if he was my first kiss then at least it would be a decent quality. But my family was very poor at the time and I didn’t have anything that I could wear to a school dance (my wardrobe literally consisted of second-hand board shorts, singlets and school uniforms). So I refused his invitation.

The last time he asked me out was around a large group of my friends. My catty friends stuck their claws into me by pointing out some faults and then went on to say that they would be at the dance. If the RSVPs hadn’t closed then I would have found a way to go, just despite them and to be the girl that they wanted to be for a change. But, alas, the timing was not right.

The text messages continued for a little while longer until I finally replied. It was the end of the school term and he told me to enjoy the holidays. I replied, telling him the same and said that we’d see each other next term. That was it, the game was over because I’d replied. He never texted me again.

It was such sudden attention and the entire time I had this sick feeling that there was a bet on. There was absolutely no reason that he would date me over the other girls in the school. It just smelled of something ulterior. On reflection, I am glad that I remained true to myself and did not give myself to the first person who showed some interest.

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