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I hit on her first.
Realized she was my best friend Finn’s little sister second.
And got a bloody nose third — compliments of Finn after he watched me nearly score with the new underclassman.
After all I did have a reputation on campus, word on the street was that a girl could orgasm within one minute just watching me eat Lucky Charms.
Point is, not only did I earn the attention of the worst sort of girl for me — my best friend’s only sibling — but now she’s out to seduce me.
Me! One of the most famous Pleasure Ponies of them all!
I can’t shower — she follows me to the bathroom. Literally.
And I can’t focus on anything except for her taunting eyes every single time something goes her way.
I want her, but I don’t want her to know I want her, and I definitely don’t want to die before graduation, which is looking more and more likely considering we can’t keep our hands off each other.
Something’s gotta give, and I have an inkling I should probably start writing my eulogy now because that something is probably going to be me.
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Senior Year High School
I gripped my backpack and stared in the mirror like I couldn’t recognize the guy staring back at me. I’d grown at least three more inches, had nearly killed my body in order to gain some muscle, going as far as to carry fucking hamburger meat in my pocket so I was constantly eating protein, and wonder of all wonders, I discovered Proactiv.
Because I was officially done being the punching bag.
Crater Face Slater.
That’s what they called me in hushed whispers last year as I went around to get my yearbook signed as if I couldn’t hear every disgusting thing they said about my skin and my scrawny body.
They didn’t know that I went home that night and grabbed a bottle of pills, and stared at them until my mom broke down the bathroom door in tears and pulled me into her arms.
They didn’t know the money we spent on therapy in order to get past the whole negative image I had of myself—the one that my peers put there.
I hated them.
And then I decided that my hate only hurt me.
If I was going to change, it needed to be from the inside out.
I was already All-state track, but I needed a change. So, I started studying meditation, then yoga, and then moved into weightlifting for stress, and well, things progressively got better.
I decided to do internet school for the first two quarters, thinking I didn’t want to return to normal school, and then my mom said something that really impacted me.
She said if I never faced my giants, I never really beat them.
In my heart, I did.
But I needed to prove to myself that I was done.
So, I re-enrolled, grabbed my old blue backpack, shoved in my registration forms for the principal, put on a pair of skinny jeans, a Henley, combat boots, and a black beanie. My caramel-colored hair was long past my ears and dyed with different colors to give it more depth.
One thing that my journey taught me?
Skincare is your god.
And that I had a weird obsession with product.
I took another deep breath as the secretary processed my papers. She kept giving me a wide smile and then flushed when I smiled back with my perfectly straight white teeth and two small dimples.
I knew I was winning when the new Vice Principal walked into the office, choked on her coffee, and then gave me an embarrassed wave before hurrying off and shutting her office door.
The bell rang.
“Here you go, Slater.” Secretary Nancy had always been kind to me. “I hope you have a very good year.”
I grinned. “Oh, I will.”
“Stay out of trouble.”
I laughed. “No fucking promises.”
The best part?
She laughed right along with me.
I was going to own the school.
And then pointing.
I was used to it now.
Now it was positive.
I walked right up to the biggest bully of them all, Howard Manning, captain of the basketball team, “You still dating Deidre?”
“Uh,” He looked confused. “Um, yeah, who are you?”
Deidre walked right by us.
I grabbed her by the elbow, spun her into my arms, and pressed a searing kiss to her mouth, then pulled away and winked at him. “Not anymore.”
“That was so hot,” Deidre said. “I mean, you’re so hot.”
“Deidre!” Howard clenched his fists.
“Lunch?” I grabbed her hand.
“Yes.” She looked ready to hump my leg, the leg that was easily bigger than Howard’s, and because I had zero fucks to give, I called over my shoulder. “Bro, stop skipping leg day, it shows.”
His friends burst into laughter around him.
And that was how I learned to conquer any foe.
And maybe that’s what blinded me in the first place. Made me forget about my little sister, about her needs, about her struggles. Maybe I would have seen the signs had I been more focused on her instead of me.
That day in high school defined me.
And in the end.
It killed her.
“If I have to go to one more spring break party, I’m going to shit a brick,” I muttered under my breath while Finn slapped me on the back as if to say you got this.
I so did not have this.
“I think I’m getting old?”
“Is that a question?” Finn grinned over the red Solo cup he held in his hand. As Wingmen Inc’s two remaining guys on campus, we had certain responsibilities.
And since our client list was bursting at the seams with post-holiday breakups, I was exhausted.
Plus, we were two men down. Both Knox and Leo were blissfully in love and working downtown while leaving Finn and me to scramble.
Thankfully, all of our new recruits were getting trained by Wingmen Inc Corporate, which left just Finn and me to help every girl, guy, grandma, and plant feel good about themselves despite what their significant others did to mess them up.
“Statement,” I finally answered, cracking my neck and taking a good look around at all of my peers, red Solo cups in hand, downing alcohol like water while music pounded through the shitty sound system. “How long do we have to stay?”