Meeting The School Slut

—Thank you. I’m Danielle, by the way. Who are you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before…—

That makes a lot of sense. Even when we share a few classes, she doesn’t know of my existence. But that also must mean she doesn’t know about all of the rumors about me, so it’s kind of a blessing for her not to know me. She also seems curious to know my name, which is weird. It’s like she actually wants to talk to me, even if it’s just for once. I think the confidence strategy is actually working. I just have to appear confident in myself and not act shy to get girls to talk to me, this is nice. But to not make things awkward, I stop questioning myself so much and just respond to her question to, hopefully, continue talking through the recess.

—I’m Andrew, nice to meet you—

—Oh, ok. That’s a nice name, it reminds me of something…—

Apparently, trying to be charismatic won’t work with her. She probably will still remember me from her friends talking shit about me or something. I had some hope that I could actually talk to her and get close with her to enter her circle of friends. But I think that same circle of friends is going to prevent me from talking to her, or even getting near to her. But since she is so clumsy and forgetful, she doesn’t recall my name, thank goodness. And not only that, but she seems more interested in me than ever.

—So, tell me something about you… Do you have any more advice to give me?—

Is she really flirting with me now? How? Why? Well, it was to be expected. But I didn't think it would be this easy. I knew Danielle has probably fucked every guy in this school, but I wasn’t aware of how quick she was to show her slutty side. I mean, she thinks we just met and she is already showing interest. I honestly find that impressive, and I don’t know if it was my new confidence and charisma, or just because she is used to having sex with everyone. But regardless, I try to remain cool. And even though she might try to have sex with me next recess, I need to get something out of her. So first, I just have to be friendly with her.

—Well, I’m pretty much failing every class, so I’m currently trying to get my grades up…—

—Oh my god, same! I almost failed philosophy last week. But you know, I have a trick to get my grades up, maybe you could use it…—

_I can’t believe I’m having a conversation with this person. Great, so she has given sexual favors in exchange of better grades. I mean, of course, what was I expecting? I really don’t want to relate to this girl, but I have to. I need to pretend to understand her, to be her friend, to grow closer to her, even when I don’t want to. That’s my whole plan_. So if I want to get back at my bullies, I better start getting used to talking with Danielle. At least she is pretty enough to hold my attention, but I hate the way she talks.

—Right… I’m not sure if I could use that, but I’ll keep it in mind—

—You are funny. Can I get your number?—

—Wait, really?... I mean, yea…—

It’s very rare for girls to ask for my phone number. Actually, it has never happened before, except for Sunny, but she didn’t even ask me directly, she just asked another friend. But as weird as it is to give my phone number to a girl, I’m actually quite happy for it, even when we are talking about Danielle. So without much hesitation, I give my phone number to her, and she does the same.

—Here you go, I guess you could text me or whatever….—

—Yea, but you are smart, right? You said you were trying to get your grades up… Maybe you could help me with some exams in the future…—

Great, now she is asking for my help. We just met two minutes ago, I can’t believe how straightforward she is. But that nature of hers is actually the whole reason I picked her to infiltrate her group of friends. If she is this extrovert, I can probably talk to her anytime I want. I’m sure there’s a bunch of guys texting her at all times, probably chasing her around school as well, or maybe even having sex with her in the bathroom. But as long as she isn’t hanging around with her other friends, I can catch her alone and get to know her better.

So far, things are looking great. But the bell rings, and it feels kind of early. But that means I will have to wait for the next recess to talk with Danielle again. Although, I’m not actually planning to do that. I think I’ll text her later and see if I can talk to her through phone. I need to do something else next recess, and also I have to do something now. Danielle is already gone. I don’t know when she walked away, but she did, and I feel like I’m now lost.

But as I remember that I have to go to class again, and what those classes are, I realize that I have to take another choice. Next up are English class and Spanish class, which are both equally difficult for me. I’m usually pretty good at these classes, even though I still didn’t go to them in the past few months. But if I remember correctly, these two classes are heavily different, not only because of the language, but because of the teachers. Both female teachers are like the complete opposite of each other, and while I do have high chances of passing each of these classes, I feel like one of them will be much more stressful than the other, which is…