Chapter 1

Fear gripped my heart and I waited for the impending slap I was sure to receive. I just prayed she didn't decide to revive "Madame Fist" and pummel me.

This wasn't going the way I planned at all. My final night at home before leaving for college two states away was meant to be spent with my long-time best friend just goofing off.

Despite the fact that my best friend was not only a girl, but THE girl considered to be the town's harlot had never come between our friendship. When rumors of her giving the entire football team blowjobs were circling the high school halls I didn't treat her any differently, unlike some of our other friends. When she confided in me how thankful she was to have a friend who didn't judge her according to rumors of her blowing the entire football team, and told me the truth that it was only about five guys, I didn't condemn her like our mutual friend, Vince, did. I had always kept my thoughts to myself about her lifestyle choice.

Why I decided that tonight of all nights to end this, I don't know. She pressured me. Just her and that skimpy black bikini she was running around the creek in.

In all honesty it wasn't even the real reason that I wound up telling her. I couldn't bring myself to admit feelings for her, and instead blurted out the first thing that came into my mind as an excuse for not accepting her seducement.

"Geez, Spin, cause who the hell knows what kind of shit you got going on down there!"

I'm a genius. Yeah, TJ, accusing her of having STDs is a great way to get out of having sex with your best friend, and biggest crush.

Of course I instantly regretted it, realized my mistake and braced myself for the oncoming slaughter. So here I am, scared shitless for whatever she's going to dish out for me.

Surprisingly she didn't punch me. She took a step away from me, distancing herself from the way her body had been pressed up against mine, just seconds earlier. I saw shock on her face first, then hurt, then came the anger I was waiting for.

"What the hell?" She screeched at me, and put her hands on her hips. "Are you accusing me of what I think you are?" She accused.

I liked the idea of her slapping or punching me better than this.

"I… Uh…" I stammered.

"Fuck you, Deitwieler!" She yelled at me before slowing running through the water back towards the shore.

"Spinelli!" I yelled after her.

She was already on land and had grabbed her clothes, hurriedly walking down the trail that led to the road that would lead her home. I started after her, not far behind. She was walking down the road by the time I reached her.

"Spinelli, look…" I tried reasoning with her. "I don't want to leave like this."

"Well, maybe you shoulda thought of that before letting me know how you really feel." She yelled back, refusing to make eye contact.

"No, just let me…"

"Look, don't bother. How are you gonna come back from that one? Honestly." She said, looking me in the eye. I couldn't speak, I didn't know what to say.

She walked on down the road and I stopped following her, watching her walk down the road before eventually hitching a ride.

(five years later)

"Seriously, the guy's not thirteen anymore, I think a better desktop background is in order." I muttered to myself, noticing my roomate's picture of scantily clad females stretched over his 27-inch screen as I logged on to check on my email quickly.

I pulled up Firefox and was greeted with an even better visual of actual naked women in video form. "Oh god." I half moaned half screamed. "Danny, all I want to do is check my email, not watch your personal porn collection!" I yelled into the hall.

"What the hell are you doin'?" I heard from the living room, as Danny no doubt came rushing to see his prized collection. "What'd you bring it up for?" He asked me as he tried to close it out, yelling above the extra loud moans coming from the monitor.

I was giving him the stink eye, about to explain that I did nothing when I noticed something, more precisely someone. A brunette bombshell with chocolate eyes (filled with lust, mind you) caught my attention.

"Wait!" I yelled and pushed Danny's hand away from the mouse.

"Well, if you wanted to watch it why'd you call me in here?" He whined. I shot him a quick look.

"No, I…" I trailed off, entranced by the girl who was now doing things to a man that I really didn't ever want to see her doing to anyone.

I looked away from the screen, not wanting to actually see her participating in the porn, but looked at Danny, who was staring intently at it anyway.

"Who is that?" I asked.

"What?" Danny asked, distracted from watching.

"Who is that girl?" I asked pointing at the brunette.

"Oh, that's Sparkles. She's like the Audrey Hepburn of porn, man." He explained, nonchalantly. I stared at him for a minute. "Well, you know, I hear that… You, know." He added sheepishly.

I looked back at the screen, to be greeted with a close-up of "Sparkles'" face scrunching up in pleasure at whatever that hairy man was doing behind her. My heart pounded in my chest.

"I know her." I said, softly.

"Huh?"

"That girl, Sparkly or whatever, I know her." I said as I opened up a new tab and opened my Facebook. I knew she wouldn't come up, she had blocked me, but I tried anyways. Still nothing came up. "Here, you log in." I said thrusting the mouse and keyboard at my friend.

He obliged and I searched her again. Sure enough, the same face that had been scrunched up in pleasure in the porn that my roommate hat watched, came up on Ashley Spinelli's Facebook page.