Man, I haven't had sex in a while. I need to start building my reputation now.
It's been three days. Everybody knew that I was a slut too, but nobody has come onto me. What does it take to make girls flirt with me?
Friday night and I have no plans. Wow, I am pathetic.
Dad came in my room and said, "Hey, bud, no plans?"
"Nope," I answered.
"Well your mother and I are going out. You wanna stay here all by yourself?"
"Sure."
"By the way, Austin, you're gonna have to work to pay for your car."
"What?"
"Austin, we bought you the car. Who says that we're going to pay for your gas?"
"Alright. I'll work for it."
"Good. See you later."
"Bye, Dad."
"Bye."
He left me alone in my room. This is great. I want to make my reputation and I need to make money.
Ring! My phone started ringing.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hi, are you Austin Moon?" asked a female voice. "You're the school's new slut, right?"
"No, I'm the school's new custodian."
"Listen. I was wondering if you could come over. I heard you were that good."
"Were?" My voice cracked. "Look, I'm sorry, but this isn't a good time right now."
"Wait! Please?"
"Nope."
"I'll pay you!"
"Excuse me?"
"I'll pay you. How about a hundred and fifty dollars?"
A hundred and fifty dollars? Wait! I need money, don't I?
"Okay, where do you live?" I sighed.
"I live on mockingbird street."
"Alright, I will be there."
"Can't wait to see you there."
I hung up the phone. Mom and Dad were already gone. I got in my car and headed to this girl's house.
What the fuck was I doing? I'm getting paid to have sex! This is insane. I know I have a letter sex problem, but I didn't expect it to come to this.
Here I am. I think it was her house. I should knock first.
Knock, knock, knock! For a moment, I waited in silence. A girl answered the door.
She short but thin. Her hair was thick and blonde. She had piercing on her lip and she had on a robe.
"Hi, I'm Lydia," the girl said.
"I'm Austin," I introduced myself. "May I come in?"
"Sure."
I walked into her living room. As I turned around, she took her robe off to reveal her black bra and panties.
"Wow," I said.
"I-I-I'm sorry. I can't do this."
"Wait, what?"
"I have no idea what I'm doing. This is stupid of me."
"Why did you invite me here?"
"The truth is…I just had a breakup." Lydia sat on the couch and started crying. What was I supposed to do? I can't just leave her by herself.
"Hey, hey, hey," I cooed to her. "It's alright. Everybody goes through a breakup."
"Kendall and I have been together for eight months. This is the first time we ever got in a fight."
"Your ex-boyfriend must have a problem."
"Actually, Kendall is my ex-girlfriend."
"What?"
"I tried to be straight with you, but I can't."
"Why did you two break up?"
"Because…everybody makes fun of us. Nobody wants lesbians at our school."
"That's it?"
"Yep."
"You two break up because of what other people thought of y'all? That's stupid. Who cares what other people think. People shouldn't judge you and your girlfriend."
"What should I do?"
"I think you need to work things out with Kendall."
"Thank you, Austin." Lydia gave me a big hug.
After she pulled away, I sighed, "I guess I should go."
"Wait!" Lydia stopped me. She handed me something. "Here."
Lydia put money in my hand. "Money? We didn't even—"
"I said I was going to give it to you, wasn't I?"
"Thank you."
"No, thank you, Austin."
Friday night seemed to be terrible, but I actually felt good about what I did for Lydia. For the first time in my life, I didn't have sex with a girl and I felt alright. On the other hand, she was into girls. How could Lydia give me one hundred and fifty dollars for making her feel better about her sexuality? It seemed to be the complete opposite of prostitution.
At school, everybody seemed to forget that I was the new guy. While I was getting my history book from my locker, a sight of a brunette caught my eye. It was Ally, the girl I flirted with.
I walked over to her and said, "Hey, pretty lady."
"Surprise to see you still remember me," she smirked.
"Look, Ally, I'm sorry about what happened the other day. I came onto you and it was inappropriate. I apologize for that."
"Really? Do you respect me as a human being instead of just a pretty face?"
"I respect all women in that way."
"Well just to tell you it would've been a bit more . . . mature if you had gotten to know me better or at least become my friend first before flirting with me."
"Are you admitting that you wanted me to flirt with you?"
"No, I said be my friend first. I think that one thing you pretty boys don't get through your heads."
"I am not a pretty boy." I didn't want to tell that I was a whore. "It's just that I had a lot of girlfriends."
"Does that include your now girlfriend?"
"I don't have girlfriend. You should probably tell your boyfriend that."
"I don't have a boyfriend." Ally chuckled. "You know you're not as much of a Casanova as I expected you to be."
"Nobody tells me that."
"I gotta go. See you, Austin."
As Ally walked away, I kept looking at her. There was something about her. Most of the girls I met were airheaded and cynical. Ally was different and that's what turns me on about her.
At lunch, I didn't feel like sitting with Trent and his posy.
"Hey, Austin, over here!" A voice called my name. It was Ally.
I walked over to a table she was sitting at. Three unfamiliar strangers were with her. One of them was a guy and the other two were girls.
The guy was incredibly tall and lanky. He had funny freckles and red hair. His style seemed a bit weird. He had on a purple shirt with penguins on it, blue and yellow checkerboard pants, and blue Vans.
One of the girls was the locker girl. She looked like Ally, but her brown hair was longer and her skin was more of an olive tone. Her style was dark colors and rocker chick. She had on an Aerosmith t-shirt over a long-sleeved, grey striped shirt with a red beanie on and heavy eyeliner.
The other girl was chubby and short. She looked Hispanic and had black ringlets. Her style seemed to be confident and sassy.
I sat down with them and said, "Hey, Ally."
"Austin, this is my cousin, Rosie, and our friends, Trish and Dez," Ally introduced them.
"Rose, is this the bloody nose blondie you were telling us about?" asked Dez.
"That's him," said Rosie. "What up, Nose Bleed?"
"Nothing much, Locker Girl," I said.
"So you were hanging out with Trent?" asked Trish. "Or should I say 'One Night Rent Trent?'"
"Pretty much."
"Man, that guy is just one big ol' sex monkey. I'm surprised to see that he hasn't had STDs yet."
"Trish, come on," said Dez. "The guy has a hobby, which is Do the Dance with No Pants."
"What? Is he that big of a whore?" I asked.
"You should see how Tilly Thompson and her Christian freak friends say about that," said Ally.
"Are they really Christian freaks?"
"They worship God in any way possible. Just ignore them if they say anything to you."
"Thanks for the advice, Alls."