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Slut Year
Rated M
Romance/Comedy

Can I ask you a question? Have you ever gotten sick of doing the same thing over and over and over? So sick of it that you decide to make a change? Like… a VERY drastic change?

What?

What do I mean?

Well… when I explain, don't judge me.

I mean drastic as in… going from only having sex with someone you love to… haveing sex with anyone that looks good… Yes… of course… You're calling me a slut, aren't you? Before you assume that it's a million one-night-stands. Let me explain.

I was a good girl.

Not an angel

But a good girl.

I would drink, but only on occasions. I've smoked weed, but literally rarely. And I waited till I was in love to have sex.

Ross…

Ross was a good guy.

No.

Great!

Until he felt that my personality wasn't easy to handle.

When I met him, he was perfect. He was sweet, kind, and caring. Very smart, very organized compared to me. I'm an artist, a very devoted painted picture in my brain. Ross's brain was all logic and reasoning.

What? Oh you're thinking that he wasn't good looking? Huh?

That he's a dorky four-eyed freak, wears suspenders, and is always the first to raise his hand in class? That he has absolutely no sex appeal, has no clue on how to talk to women, and tells mathematic jokes that's only funny to him.

Well…

No.

The part about not being creative, no clue on how to talk to women and tells jokes that only make sense to him… that's true. But he was…. Fucking hot!.

Nice body, sexy smile, and very polite, but that was the only reason why he got dates. Because he was good looking. If he was scrawny with big gawky glasses, he would never get himself any ass whatsoever.

But the truth was… that he got on my nerves. I just loved him too much to admit it. Not that I was in love with him. Just the simple love, you know, like a brother.

It was on a very good day.

Sun was bright, it was breezy, perfect day for a walk or to play fetch with our dog. I was in a good mood. It was the last day of school. And I was graduating. With high honors!

"Hey, Clare!" Simon, my best friend. He was tall and very thin, very long curly hair. He was a genius, but a cool one, and I was completely depressed that we were both going to different schools in the fall. All my friends were guys, which… mind you… was something that drove Ross crazy.

"Excited?" He said to me, flipping his bangs out of his eyes.

"Sure," I said closing my locker. "Excited about summer, excited for school to be over, not excited about college."

"Awwww, c'mon Clare-bear. " Simon smiled and leaned his head against a locker, like a whiny child. "Pretty soon you'll be in LA, becoming famous. Your life will be party central."

"No." I laughed. "Not party central. I don't want to over do it, you know."

"Achk" Simon rolled his eyes. "That's only because of Ross."

My eyes popped, and mouth dropped. I was a bit insulted. I loved Ross but why would he think that my life revolved around him like that?

"And what's that suppose to mean?" I said getting serious. Simon's face dropped as he stumbled over his words.

"N-nothing, I-I- meant-"

"He means that Ross is sooo not your type, but you refuse to believe it." Lucas appeared behind me, chuckling that beautiful smile he had.

Lucas was tall, very good looking and short dirty blonde hair. But as good-looking as he was, no, he was not either the jock, or the bad boy. Lucas was really into art, and books and very sensitive. He always considered me a little sister and was suppose to be my brother Jon's best friend. But he was really mine. Hehehe.

His sister, Alex was determined to make me a girl. But I always slipped off to hang with the guys. Don't get me wrong, she was really nice and I liked her a lot. But I was a ton-boy. I just didn't relate to girls.

"Ross is SO my type." I argued with him. "I don't want a drug addict, or alcoholic. I want a nice boy!"

Lucas half scoffed and half chuckled. "Right. You two have nothing in common!"

"Sure we do!"

"Really?" Lucas stood tall, and straight, and crossed his arms over his chest. Confident asswhole. "Like what, exactly?"

"Do you guys even listen to the same music?" Maia was Simon's girlfriend. She was cute, with her glasses, and her brown curly hair. She was short like me, and shy. She stood next to him while he wrapped his arm around her.

"Yes!" I defended.

"Okay, that's one thing." Lucas grinned. "What else?"

"Weee…." I bit my lip, trying to think. "Both like South Park."

"Um, correction." Maia cut in. It wasn't like her to correct someone. Like I said before she was shy. So for some reason, I got annoyed. "He said that South Park was funny, yes. But if I remember correctly, you both had a disagreement about how crude the show really is. And he felt that it was… and I quote… 'a fucked up show.'"

I glared at her, which I think it made her flinch.

"But!" She added swiftly. "Opposites do attract." She smiled awkwardly.

"Face it, Clary. You don't even watch the same movies. You can't relate to him on any level. He is sooo. Closed minded, when your mind is opened to everything and anything. You love horror films, Tim Burton, Green Day and Rob Zombie. He likes Taylor Swift and the Dixie Chicks. "

"You're making him sound gay with that last one." I yelled. We all started to walk towards the front of the school to exit as Lucas laughed.

"Yea, I was being a jerk with that one… hehe… but he does like Taylor Swift."

"Look guys, it's like Maia said, opposites attra-" I stopped dead in my tracks when we exited the school. My mouth dropped open in shock. There by the road Ross was wrapped up with his ex… who… might I add… was fucking UGLY! No seriously, she was!

"Oh my God." Simons gawked quietly.

"So much for a nice boy." Lucas stated. "Clary?... Clary?... You may… umm… Oh shit."

Anger boiled through me as I witnessed the situation before me. I started marching towards them, vaguely hearing my friends protesting behind me.

"ROSS PETERSON!"

Ross turned, obviously startled. The ugly slug squealed like those stupid bitched in the horror movies do when they die from running in high heals. She grabbed her bag and began to jog away.

"Oh HELL NO bitch, you get the fuck back here!" I screamed at her. I refused to make a move on Ross when they were together. No, not because me, and her were friends. I didn't even know her. I just refuse to steal someone else's boyfriend. It's just… not cool. But now I'm pissed! She totally stole him from me, behind my back!

I wanted to go after her, but a strong chest blocked my way. Fucking Ross.

"You fucking asswhole!"

"Clary, please let me explain!"

"Explain what! What like she tripped and you fell!"

"No! It's not like that!"

"Oh so you admit to cheating? You fucking KNOW how I feel about that! Remember? I said I would castrate you!" I went to grab for his crotch but he backed away just in time. I don't think he realized how serious I was about, until now.

"Clary! Jesus!"

"What? Don't you think you deserve it!"

"Look, I'm sorry. I've been meaning to talk to you, I just… didn't know how."

"Oh! When were plan on telling me, when the two of you got married?"

"NO!" He shouted. We were now gaining the attention of the entire school, but I didn't care. Not one bit. "It's just… I don't know how to deal with you. At all!"

What the fuck did he just say? "So it's my fault that you cheated on me!" I screamed.

"No, no, no, no" he put his hands up in defense. "I didn't say that."

"Oh Goddammit, Ross. Fuck you!" I went to turn around, but he started yelling again.

"See, it's like today. You almost attacked Miranda just now. You're insane."

I turned ever so slowly. "Excuse me?" Never ever call a girl crazy, mental, psychotic or insane. For some odd reason, we tend to live up to the insult, and well…. we completely go insane.

"Come here you little fucker!" I started to run towards him, I watched his eyes grow wide as he ran from me. The whole school was laughing at him, which gave me a jolt of excitement. Girl's screaming "You go girl" and "Kick his ass!" were flooding my ears, and I grinning devilishly.

When I caught up with him. I tackled him to the ground, and pinned him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He yelled, but I just laughed.

"Never. Call. A. Girl. Insane!" And I shoved his head into the dirt, but he kept on talking.

"I love you, I do, but-" Slap. My hand went across his face. "You get angry and shut me out-" I shoved his head into the dirt again. "You are anti-social-" I punched his stomach. "You drink and smoke!" I stopped. What? He breathed heavily, bringing his hands up to block his face incase of another blow.

"Face it!" He shouted. "I don't drink, I don't smoke, you went and got your lip pierced after I beg you not to. You're cute, smart and fun, but I.." he trailed off as if it pained him to say what he was about to say. "I want a girl whose sweet. Who watches the notebook… who…"

"Who stays at home, cooks your meals, and gives you babies." I finished for him. He just stared up at me. Not wanting to admit to it, but also not denying it.

"That's not me." I whispered.

"I know." He whispered back. "I don't want to change you, I love you for being you, but…"

"I'm too fun for you…" I shoved myself off of him. "It's alright, it's okay." I nodded. "You were too fucking boring anyway!" And with that I marched away.

Lucas, Simon and Maia followed close behind me. I could hear Ross calling for me from behind, but I didn't even turn to look at him. While walking home I could hear all of the comments such as.

"Fuck him."

"How could he?"

Blah, blah, blah…

But the truth is I was trying not to smile. I almost felt…

Relieved…

Is that bad? I felt good about kicking his ass, and I wasn't all that upset. Mad, but not sad. I wasn't heart broken like I thought I'd be. I was just mad. I was sure going to miss him though, not as a boyfriend, but as a friend…

So that's how it began. You see, in order to be in Slut Year, you need a fuck you attitude towards your exboyfriend….


Clary: Wow! You made me freaking crazy!

Me: Get over it.

Clary: But I totally went beserk!

Jace: I, for one, was turned on.

Clary: You would.

Simon: I thought it was awesome! *Laughing*

Clary: *Turns and glares at Simon*

Me: It's a hell of a lot better than your whiny self in your book!

Jace: Read and Review

Me: Thanks Jace! =)


Okay, 1) I even pictured everyone looking a little different for this story. I pictured Simon looking for like Reid from Criminal Minds. If you don't know it, look up pictures of Reid from Criminal Minds. And Maia looking more like the goofy composer from High School Musical... (Eeek I hate that movie, but she was cute) Clary, Isabelle, and Jace look the same of course.

2) Jace will come soon, don't worry!

3) Please try and not to hate Ross, he's just an idiot. He comes back later.