My parents never really approved of anything I did. Sometimes they wouldn't talk about me in front of their friends. Sometimes they would pretend I didn't exist. That hurt me so much. All I wanted was some attention from mom and dad. I blamed them for making me an attention seeking diva.

I remember one Christmas when I was eight. Mom had actually forgotten to get me presents. That resulted in a big blow up between my mom and dad and my first real crave for attention. After I cried myself dry, I decided it was time for a little payback. I set the Christmas tree on fire.

In middle school I dabbled in some wild stuff that just blew out of proportion in high school. There were little bouts of sniffing coke, smoking pot, wild nights of drinking, and normal events of debauchery and vandalism. When I was in the ninth grade, I got suspended for painting the gym wall with pictures of naked people. They called my dad in for a conference. He didn't care. I wanted to scream for him to pay attention to me. Then I met Roger.

He was the school bad ass who smoked in the halls and grabbed girl's asses. His conquests were sprawled over the bathroom walls. Girls creamed over his leather jacket and his guitar. He would bite their necks and write them songs. He stopped me in the hallway one day.

"You're the girl who painted the gym wall," he stated, taking the last puff from his glowing cigarette.

He had amazing green eyes.

"Yeah," I replied coolly.

"That was awesome, you wanna skip with me?"

When Roger Davis asked you to skip class with him, you didn't say no. We went to some dingy bar and I sat in his lap. His hands wandered up my skirt before he dragged me to the bathroom. I lost my virginity in some dirty stall with the school bad ass. I became the most envied girl in school.

Later on I met Mark at bar one night. I almost died when I found out Roger was his roommate. Mark was so sweet and worshipped the ground I walked on. I really liked being with him. He gave me the attention I had been craving for a long time. My parents adored him so. That's when I knew he had to go. My whole goal in life was to piss off my parents.

I knew he wouldn't accept me just wanting to break up with him. So I decided to cheat. I didn't really fool around too much before then. That's when my Joanne came into the picture. I met her too at bar one night. I remember how out of place she looked there and the mind blowing sex we had.

"I'm leaving," I announced to Mark one day.

"What! Why!" he cried.

"Cause I want Joanne now."

"You're leaving me for a woman?"

I nodded and gathered up my stuff. Mark looked like he was about to burst into tears so he ran to his room. Yeah, I felt bad, but it just wasn't going to work.

"You're a bitch," Roger sneered at me as I threw more stuff into a box.

"Whatever," I shot back.

"He loves you."

"Well I don't love him."

He glared at me a little bit. I didn't mean to sound so cold when I said that. He looked good with his long hair. That day he popped my cherry came flooding back into my mind. I remember he left bite marks all along my neck and bruises on my shoulders and hips.

"Was I a good fuck?" I asked him.

"Yeah, for a virgin you were pretty decent," he replied.

"Just decent?"

"Well you didn't know what to do," he shrugged.

I pouted a little.

"I know what to do now. I could rock your world," I grinned.

"Is that an offer?"

"Maybe."

Ok, so it was wrong to fuck Roger after I had just broken up with Mark. It was wrong to have him yank off my skirt and shove his hands down my panties. It was wrong to have him suck on my nipples and bite my shoulder. It was wrong for me to yank on his hair and tell him to be harder. It was so very wrong, but so very good.

I grabbed my box and walked out the loft without looking back. Joanne informed me that my parents had left numerous messages begging me to get back together with Mark. I erased them all with an evil grin on me face. Joanne was the only person I needed now, that was until other men and women began to catch my eye.