The Slut:A short, red miniskirt and a black longsleeve

From Create Your Own Story

You pay for your outfit and go home. You dress and look at yourself in the mirror.

"They want a slut. Fine. I can do that." you tell yourself.

For once, you certainly look the part. Let's see what those girls say when all their stupid boyfriends are staring at you.

Monday, you put on your new outfit and get on the bus. You get a few looks immediately. Sarah starts whispering in Amelia's ear, and they both laugh.

Jeremy gets on the bus a few stops later. He stops as he passes your seat, then sits next to you.

"Hey, um, Veronica."

"Victoria." you tell him flatly.

"Right, Vicki. You look... different."

"Yeah, I'm dressed like a slut." Might as well tell it like it is.

"No, that's not it. You look fine."

"No, I'm dressed like a slut. That is it. They want me to be a slut, and I don't care anymore."

"Don't say that, Vicki. You're not a slut."

"You're only talking to me because I'm dressed like one, Jeremy. You've said like three words to me ever."

"Okay, so it's because you're dressed like a slut. You got me. But I didn't realize what's going on until now. You don't have to accept what people say about you, Victoria. The girls who spread rumors like that are just jealous of you."

"What do I have for them to be jealous of? I'm not smart, or pretty. I don't have any friends."

"First of all, you're beautiful, and not because of your clothes. It's your eyes."

"My eyes?" You stare at him. Jeremy just looks right into your wide, blue eyes.

"They're gorgeous, Victoria. They make you stand out. You don't need to dress like a slut to get attention; you have it just with a look."

You actually feel better. "I... thank you Jeremy."

He smiles at you warmly.

Hold his hand

Hug him

Put your hand on his pants

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