the replacment

"Come on. It'll be fun." She states handing me the black dress I really don't want to wear.

Reya, dyed black hair and piercing blue eyes. She's very gorgeous and has a very strong personality. I'm probably closest to her. She's a senior and has graduated early. Eighteen and loves parties. But is very book smart. Now she chooses to do nothing for this semester but have fun.

Blair is...quiet and very sweet. She has a huge heart. Her and reya were already friends before I met them. I always felt like I intruded. But they always say I'm fine. I've learned to stop thinking about my insecurities and just live. But parties always are going downhill with me. Blair is a senior. She's mostly with her boyfriend either way. Redhead. You can't really hate her.

I think I'm still alone a lot. But it's really good to be able to just go out and eat or shopping. It's not just them I've gotten close to. But I'd say there my only true friends. It's already December. Im seventeen, and things have been okay.

My makeup is already done. But it's the dress. My tits will be completely out. My body has changed. Wider by a lot in different places. I always say I'll hit the gym but it's not going to happen if we're being honest.

The dress is a bodycon. Like every dress in this girls closet. But she's thinner then me. And it's clear. It's stretchy yes but I'm mortified.

"By fun you mean I need to mingle." I state going into the bathroom.

"There are older guys, younger guys who know what they're doing down there—"

I roll my eyes pulling the straps on my shoulders. It goes down to my ankles and I look nice. Thankfully i brang a jacket because it's cold.

"You never know who you're going to meet you know that right?" She says as I step out.

"It's a local party. We're getting drunk and going home with someone with money. Then acting like nothing happened. That's what bad bitches do. Fiddle with the guys hearts. Because they want nothing more then pussy." She says putting back the rest of her clothes in her dresser.

"I don't think all men are like that."

He wasn't like that.

I think. Is it okay to be caught up on one guy? Yes. He fiddled with my heart for over a year. He made sure to make an appearance every couple of months so I'd stay attached. But he's gone for good. And Reya is right.

That night became a disaster. Only an hour in. I go to the restroom to wash my hands. I just need to honestly. They feel dirty. I look up assuming there's a mirror but it's just open. Literally like a window. It's pretty from here. But the green garden starts to become grey when I spot Reya. She's standing there kissing someone.

And I would look like an idiot if I didn't notice those hands on her neck. I feel my heart fall. But very slowly. And I gulp. And my eyes water. His hoodie is over his head but I know that's him. Especially when he pulls away and she says something. When he makes him smile I can see those indents on his cheeks.

He's smiling.

He barely ever smiled with me. Maybe they had been talking? She is eighteen. And looks very mature. And acts mature too. My eyes are like guns. And I hate feeling so much jealousy. I know he goes around it isn't something hidden.

Her arms are wrapped around his neck.

He's shaking his head laughing. She's making him laugh.

His phone goes off and he checks some message. He looks back at her and whispers something into her ear. I don't know what. And I don't want to know what. But she just nods with a smile. He looks up and in instinct I step away. I take multiple breathes. Five seconds . Five long seconds before going to look down at the window again. This place is two stories but very high. He was still looking.

His eyes lock into mine and this ain't some rapunzel. She's talking but he isn't paying attention. And I swear he can my tears falling. I stop looking at him and turn the knob. Immideatly bumping into someone from my class.

Andre.

Great.

The local fuckboy at the local function. I think everyone in the school wants to fuck this senior. He's constantly making everything about sex or pleasure. I know I'm smart. But I've grown to learn seniors are still immature. But juniors are no better.

"Serena."

Surprisingly he isn't drunk.

"Dre." Nickname he hates.

"You look beautiful."

"How many girls do you say that to? Today at least."

He's always applying pressure. And he enjoys how I give it back. "Five or seven. Doesn't matter because you're the only one who I've been wanting."

"You're sick." I smile. He smiles too.

He's attractive no one can deny that. And I'm not drunk, yet I want him to fuck me. But that means he'd be taking my virginity. I don't really count that night. No women should.

Right now my emotions are high and I should be doing what he does too.

"Fine."

As soon as my lips press against his regret hits me slightly. But I don't think regret hits Marcelo. He doesn't care. He doesn't owe me anything truly. But my jealousy and envy are off the roof.

He took me a large room. The noise downstairs was canceled out as my moans would fill the room. He was slow but hard. He made sure it hurt but feel good.  He took my virtue in the best way. But he didn't even question if I was a virgin or not. He just fucked me like he hated me.  I wouldn't have it another way. He fucked me in his bed and in the shower. He's strong. And big. His ego fit everything else.

I wanted Andre to distract me. He did distract me. I forgot the reason why I wanted to kiss him. He was amazing. He took the opportunity that night...into the day. I think I underestimated him. I underestimated sex. I didn't know it can feel so good and right.

I would wake up the next day sore and tired. He wasn't in the bed. His shirt was on me. Everything hurt. Three rounds for a virgin. I don't think it hurt. Well it did but the pleasure was much more.

Fuck. I'm smiling over him eating me out?

I also sly get up from the bed. I didn't really study the room he locked me in and ruined me in. But it's his room. I can tell. Star football player. He's been hitting on me since freshman year. I remember. Especially during cheer practice. But he did it to so many other girls so I ignored it.

I don't know how to feel. My mind is scrambled.

My fingers run over his trophies. Best everything. I didn't know he lived in this house though. I didn't even know it was his party. All I know is that he's a gorgeous man from Greece. And I'm added to his long list of conquests. A theme of grey and black.

The door opens and I stop touching his stuff. But I know he can tell. He looks at me. He's only wearing grey sweats.

"You can walk."He's already teasing.

"I think you're going to try harder next time." I whisper. He places his hand on the side of my face. My eyes stare at his lips. I look up at him. Don't overthink the night. "It was one night, I think we should keep it like that."

"If that's what you want."

It's not.

"Is that what you want?" He asks. His thumb is caressing my cheek. He's done this to many other girls. Other girls have slept in that bed. Woken up to the same treatment.

"Don't act sweet like you haven't been making my life hell." I press my hand on his chest but don't push him off. Just rest it there.

"Hell, you're exaggerating. You weren't drunk. You let me fuck you."

"I have my reasons, you still took advantage of that."

"If I didn't I wouldn't have woken up to you. At two in the day."

What time is it.

"And it's five. We had a long night." He reminds me with a disgusting smirk.

"I won't kiss you again. Or push you. I want you. And to make you forget about whatever had your eyes red last night. "

"You want me? Since when?"

"Longer then you can fucking imagine."

"Enlighten me." I step closer to him. His hands are now on my waist. The shirt has been pulled up slightly more. He's testing me.

"You moved to this town eight grade im guessing. You were always at that stupid ice cream shop."

I laugh. "It was my spot." It was me and Alyssa's spot.

"You were so pretty. You can ask any of the guys I've been around. And you looked at me for five seconds. I went in that shop and you looked at me and I knew I wanted you. And I tried studying you. I tried having you my freshman year but it never works with you."

"You're a player Andre."

"I'm not going to play you though. " he states. I roll my eyes knowing that's a lie. I don't know how it got to more sex. But I know I kissed him first.  I already broke my first promise. I haven't felt so much lust and want from someone. He would fuck me on his counter. And my nails would only leave more red scratch marks. And I loved every second of it. Every second that I spent with him. I forgot about him.