This morning was going to be my regular school day morning. Mom and Dad went to the store to start fixing up the place and inventory.

I started getting ready. It starts with brushing my teeth, putting on deodorant, changing my clothes, and cooking myself breakfast.

God, it was already 7:37 AM. I didn't want to go to school so early or late. Well, I didn't want to sit here alone either.

Marino High School wasn't so hard to find. It wasn't even far away. The weather was fine. It was sunny with no clouds in the sky. I'll admit Miami looks really great.

Finally, I was at Marino High School. The parking lot was already full. Most of the cars were really nice and cool. There were Mustangs, Camaro, Camry, Carola, and more. Some of the students were hanging out in the parking lot.

There was an empty spot next to a white Silverado. As I got out, everybody gazed at me. They didn't have to stare. I know I was an unfamiliar face here.

"Nice ride," said the girl sitting on top of the Silverado.

"Thanks," I murmured.

Mom told me to go get my schedule from the front office. This school was huge so it was a bit hard to find everything.

The front office was easy to find. I walked in and the grey-haired lady with the glasses asks, "May I help you?"

"Hi, I'm new here," I said. "I need to get my schedule."

"Oh, just a moment. What's your name?"

"Austin Moon."

She skimmed through the files in a cabinet and pulled a paper out. "Here is your schedule and map of school."

"Thank you."

Fuck, it's hard trying to find the classes here. The map wasn't even any help. It was more like the human nervous system. I had to ask a few people for help.

A statuesque girl came up to me and asked, "Are you lost?"

"Umm…yes, I am," I stuttered. "I'm new here."

"Oh, you must be…Ashton, right?"

"It's actually Austin."

"I'm Cassidy Hartley, student council president. Where are you going to?"

"I'm going to Mr. Bruner's class."

"Oh, just go down the hall and take a left. It's the first classroom to the right."

"Thank you."

"By the way, if you need any help, just come ask me. Bye."

"Bye."

Cassidy was a bit chatty, but she's hot.

My classes were either easy or just plain weird. Mr. Burner talks too loud, Mrs. Powell is too boring, Mrs. Lexton has no idea what she's doing, and I just can't talk about the rest.

At lunch, a numerous amount of girls were looking at me. I get it tht I attract a lot of girls around me.

"Hey, Austin," Cassidy said from across the cafteria. "Come here!"

I walked over to her table, which had two guys.

"Hey, Cassidy," I said.

"Austin, this is Dallas and Elliot," she introduced the two guys next to her.

As I sat down, Elliot asked, "Where are you from, Austin?"

"I'm from Kendall," I answered.

"Cool," said Cassidy. "Here everybody is nice to one another. It's like any other high school."

"Are there like reputations and cliques?" I asked.

"There always are," said Dallas. "You had a reputation?"

"Yeah."

"What was it?"

"I was the whore of Kendall High."

The three of them looked at me. I said, "Is there a problem? I got something in my teeth?"

"Not that," said Elliot. "It's just that…there's already a man-whore here."

"Who is he?"

"Our friend, Trent Jackson," said Dallas. "He's popular because he was the first to loose his virginity."

"I've had sex a bunch of times. Way too much."

"I don't think you had as much as Trent," said Cassidy.

A guy walks to the table. Cassidy introduced us, "Trent, this is Austin. Austin, Trent."

Wow, he's the school slut. I don't believe it.

"So, Trent," I said. "You're the school slut, uh?"

"Who told you?" He said.

"They did. I hope you know that I'm the school slut of Kendall High."

"Oh, really? When did you first do it?"

"I was fourteen."

"So was I."

"Wait, when?"

"Two months after I turned fourteen."

"Two weeks after I turned fourteen."

"Really?"

"Yeah, being honest."

"You can never continue your reputation here."

"Why not? Can there not be two school sluts?"

"Maybe there can."

"Prove it, Moon. I indeed want to see how many girls will be wanting strip for you."

"You don't know how many have."

Trent seemed to be pretty competitive and obnoxious. He thinks I'm not as big as a slut as him. I'll show him. It's time to make my move.

Okay, okay, what pretty girls here have their eye on me?

During a period break, I was looking for someone. Some pretty girl.

A tall, curvy brunette was at her locker. She looks good enough.

I walked up to her. I smoothly said, "Hey, sweet thang—"

Something hit me in the nose. The next thing I knew I was on the floor. My nose was hurting bad.

The girl leaned over me and gasped, "Oh, my god! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I groaned.

"Your nose is bleeding!" She took her scarf off and handed it to me. "Here I'll take you to the nurse."

The sweet brunette escorted me to the nurse's office. I felt a bit embarrassed walking in the front office with a scarf on my nose.

Ms. Farley, the nurse, was checking my nose.

"It doesn't look so bad," she said. "You'll be alright."

"Good because it was humiliating," I said.

After I walked out of the nurse's office, the locker girl was gone. I was walking through the front office.

BOOM! I slammed into someone. Next I knew I was on top of someone on the floor. A girl.

She looked a bit like the locker girl. The girl was thin and beautiful. She had those pretty chocolate brown eyes. Her curly hair was dark brown and long. I couldn't help but stare at her.

"Hi," she said.

"Hey," I said.

"Umm…could you like get off of me?"

"Oh, sorry!"

I lifted myself up and pulled her up.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." I said.

"It's okay. I've always been clumsy. By the way, I'm Ally."

"I'm Austin. Where have you been all my life?"

"Wow, the new guy hit on me on his first day. Now I finally have something to blog."

For the first time, I hit on a girl and she doesn't seem to be all…flirty.

"Has anyone ever told you how hot you look?" I attempted to caressed her face.

"Has anyone ever told you that beauty is in the eye o the beholder?" She stopped my hand. "Although it's necessary from time to time to give that beholder a black eye."

"What does it take to turn you on?"

"I'm sorry but I don't go out with guys I just met."

"Really? Because that always work."

"I appreciate the flirty comments that you have, but it doesn't work on me." She walked away.

Something about that Ally girl. She seems to be more feminist than most of the attractive girls I've met.

After school, I walked into the front office to give the lady back the map.

"How was your first day, dear?" She asked me.

"Fine," I lied.

In the parking lot, mostly everybody was gone. As I got in my car, I spotted Ally coming into the parking lot. She got into a black Chrysler and drove off.

Why was I looking at her so much? Ally was the first girl to reject me. For some reason, I just want her more than anything.