Last night Rosie retrieve my car back from school and got some friends to clean it up.

Before school started, I drove into the parking lot. This idea that Rosie came up with was insane. The worst part is that I'm actually going through with this.

I got out of my car like a pro. Everybody in the parking lot stared at me. Nothing much was different with my appearance. Just had on black shades and a black t-shirt on. With a giant sowed-on A.

Hester Prynne had to wear a red A for committing adultery. So did Emma Stone. Now it's my turn to pass on the new male generation of man-whores.

Rosie's plan was to show everybody that I was no longer ashamed of it. My only way was to become a fake skank again.

Girls were giving me looks like if I was Adonis. Guys just looked at hated my guts.

Ally was nowhere to be seen. Rosie and Dez came up to me after the bell rang.

"Have you guys seen Ally?" I asked.

"She's here," said Dez. "She just doesn't want to see you."

"How can I win her back?"

"Do something romantic," said Rose. "Explain to her what you did."

"Ally never wants to see me again," I reminded them.

"So? Break the rules, Blondie. I've broken the rules and look what happened to me."

"What did you even do to get into juvie?"

"Bullying, food fights, staying out late for curfews, and most of all, marijuana. Now I'm fixing who I am. Love means going crazy and doing whatever."

"Rosie, that's so beautiful and it came from you."

"Tell anyone I said that and I'll break your trachea."

"Got it."

After school, I was heading towards my car. I was all alone with nobody. Where should I go for forgiveness? Maybe a church.

I drove to a close by church. I went inside one of those baptism cells to talk to a priest.

"Uhh, hello, Father," I said aloud. "I haven't actually been to your house lately. I was actually…a male harlot. Trust me. You don't know how girls I've…" It's hard trying to not speak of innaporiate language in church. "…fornicated with. I even wrote it.

"Victoria, Regina, Sadie, Ella, Naomi, Willow, Scarlet, Jean, Holly, Claire, Zoey, Olive, Kristen, Trinity, Danielle, Vanessa, Abby, Isabelle, Mia, Veronica, Carrie, Jules, Sophia, Katie, Talia, Melanie, Mallorie, India, Felicity, Carly, Wendy, Deandra, Ida, Lacey, Josie, Eloise, Rosemary, Delilah, Tracy, Jill, Tiffany, Amanda, Raini, Lola, Dawn, Brenda, Vicky Jay, another Tracy, Lisette, Charity, Sarah, Alex, Cleo, Jamie, Madison, Erica, Jessica, Avalon, Azalea, Beverly, Molly, Violet, Nicole, Cory, Raven, Palmer, Monica, Phoebe, Judy, Lisa, Anna Marie, Ashley, Jordan, Chelsea, Irene, Peyton, Justice, Cameron, Yvette, Heidi, Logan, Stef, Iris, Arianna, Savannah, Gina, Sierra, Robin, Jacqueline, Chloe, Ivy, Lynette, Sydney, Noelle, Lilly, Beth, Becca, Annie, Lorie, Lexi, Presley, Liberty, Carol, Alice, Miranda, Fiona, Piper, Hayley, Lynn, Tiana, Samantha, Taylor, Selena, Leslie, Bree, Mona, Marissa, Hilary, Sasha, Jasmine, Sharon, Hannah, Danica, Kelly, Dakota, Terry, and Racquel. Those are literally all of them."

I paused for a moment and said, "All of them—I just had coitus. There was only one girl I actually loved for the first time in my life. Her name is Ally. She's just…smart, down-to-earth, fearless, and beautiful. I did her too, but I actually made love for the first time. Now she hates me. Ally became the one that got away.

"I couldn't help myself anymore. I'm in love with her. She's the most incredible person in the world. Now she won't even look at me anymore."

What I have said was true. I was in love with Ally Dawson.

I walked out of there and leaned over the chairs. A man came out of the baptism thing.

"My, my, my, my son," he breathed. "You need a hobby or something. Too many girls!"

"I know, sir," I said. "She won't forgive me, won't she?"

"After what you just told me, I'm surprised that you don't have diseases."

"Me too."

Ally was gone forever out of my life. Some people fall in love, other were meant to be. I don't know which one is about me. I know that I am no longer strong enough to stay away from Ally.

What will I do? How do I explain to her about what I've done?

Outside of the church in the parking lot was my car. Then, two officers were coming out of their police car.

"Austin Moon?" One of them asked.

"Yes?" I said.

"Put your hands behind your back, son. You are under arrest for male prostitution."

What? I can't believe it. This was really happening.

The officer cuffed my hands and escorted me into the police car. They were serious. I'm actually being arrested.