Destroying the Game

I’m a woman of many talents and I use them well. I screw ‘til my hearts content and with whoever I want. Whore, slut… yeah, that’s me. But when you’ve been through what I have? You’d understand. 

Being a senior at CSU isn’t exactly amazing, the work is rubbish and the girls are nasty. None of them know how to let loose, they judge me, call me names and look at me like I’m worthless. At least I’m honest about who I am, those girls are just like me, they just won’t admit it.

Back in my junior year I screwed with a football player, a guy so hot that your panties combust with just one look from him. My rule of never going back to the same guy twice stops me from entering that territory again. Hey, not that I really want to. Me and Dante, we hate each other. Some say we clash and are too much alike, others say we had a sour relationship. Got to love the rumour mill, right? I hate him for trying to be me; claiming to be the big player on campus but really he’s just a pawn in mine. But that doesn’t stop my head and my body from wanting him, needing him. Every woman wants him and I’m not completely immune, but I know the game and I play it well.

I’ll score more notches in my bed post than him, I’ll be the one laughing when he falls from his high and mighty throne. But are we a volcano ready to erupt? Are we really just two peas in the same pod? Are we screwing other people to get each other out of our system? I’m not sure I care; I just know I need distance from everything that’s Dante.

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