Ella Williams- The Slut

“Well who’s easy to start off, Aaron?”

We both knew. It didn’t even have to be said. Ella Williams, Colland High Schools Queen Slut. A 5’ 6” brunette with piercing green eyes that most boys turned to for a quick one nighter. She graduated with us, and I heard she was going into the adult industry. Go figure.

She tried to hop onto my dick more times than I can count on my fingers. However, If I want to win the bet, I’ll have to swallow my pride for the time being and hit her up.

I got out of the jacuzzi and grabbed my phone from the pool chair it was laying on. I scrolled through my contacts finally finding hers. This wouldn’t be the hard part, but it would be one off the list. Aaron looked over my shoulder, grinning ear to ear as I tried to think of something to say.

“Pretty ****, isn’t she?” He said, half to himself. “How many times is that you’ve left her on read? Six? That I can see?”

He wasn’t wrong. I used to brush off Ella, but now, I needed her. This bet I couldn’t lose.

Allen: Hey Ella, want to go see a movie with me this weekend? What about No Time To Die? Looks interesting to me. HMU If you’re down.

Ugh. This would take some getting used to, I thought, but a full ride to Clemson was worth a little bit of embarassment. Just as the 'delivered' message showed up, she started replying, almost as if she had been sitting, waiting for me to say something.

Ella: Sure? What time? I'd love to see something with you!

Allen: What about 7:00 this Saturday?

Ella: I'm down! Will you be picking me up at mine, or do you want to see me at your house first?

"Definitley desprate, Allen," said Aaron, laughing to himself.

"One off the list is one off the list bud."

I opened the sliding glass door and we both walked back inside. As I laid my phone down I had the most curipus thought. This couldn't just be to save myself from killing my future. This could get me what I wanted. I thought of Bella- the girl of my dreams. Relationships have ended for me because of her. I was so out of it. At graduation, I resigned myself to the fact that I would never see her or be with her again. I didn't want it to be true, and now it might not be. I wasn't confident enough back then. I wasn't **** enough.

Maybe this was the spark i needed.