Hi Wattpad!

So, I thought I'd upload something for the sake of it! (And also, there's a weird 'tips' thing on my profile that keeps telling me to so... here I am!) lol

Anyway, hope you like this! I've written before but never posted online so let me know what you think! PLEASE remember that this WILL have sexual content in it (only a bit, but still) and there WILL be some language. Not a lot, but I figured I'd give a warning:)

So, yeah, go read!:)

Dedication is because the song on the side? She gave it to the story:)

 Update 3/7/2013: This story USED to be called The Player Who Took My Virginity. For reasons ABOUT this change, please go to my page and look up The Inevitable Rant - My Story (and it has other stuff but I don't remember what they were). Yeah, enjoy!!:) 

Update 8/10/2013: If you comment with a link or something along the lines of "Check out my story", I WILL delete your comment. Honestly, that pisses me off more than anything. This is not a billboard, this isn't some magazine ad, this is MY story. I'd appreciate it if you could respect that. Self-advertising comments of any kind WILL BE DELETED. Thank you.

 Update 6/22/2014: CHAPTER TWO IS BEING AN IDIOT AND NOT LETTING ME DO CHANGES. IF YOU WANT TO READ CHAPTER TWO, YOU HAVE TO READ THE EDITED VERSION INSTEAD. DON'T READ THIS ONE UNLESS YOU WANNA SKIP CHAPTER TWO (WHICH TRUST ME, YOU DON'T. IT'S LITERALLY THE MAIN PART OF THE STORY AND NOTHING WILL MAKE SENSE IF YOU SKIP IT). READ. THE. EDITED. VERSION.

Chapter 1

“Come on, it doesn’t have to mean anything!”

“Yes, it does. It will be your first time, so stop!”

“Please?”

“No! I’m going home to let you cool off. I’ll talk to you later.”

I sighed as my boyfriend walked out of my room. Damn him. Why did I always attract the nice guys? Most girls complain about attracting jerks, but right now, I would love that to be true.

Yes, I’m a girl, and yes, I did just try and seduce my boyfriend into having sex.

And yes, I did fail.

What did I do right? I mean, seriously, I know girls complain about losing their virginity and wanting their first time to be “special”, but I honestly think a first time should be with a one night stand. Why? I’ve had a psychiatrist (A.K.A, my mom) tell me it’s because my parents are divorced, so I believe all love is worthless and liable to end.

I, however, think it’s because I’ve heard first times are really awkward, and wouldn’t you want to be good for the person you’re in love with? And I’ve also heard of emotional attachments. I did not want one with someone I loved because that would just mean it would hurt more if he broke up with me. Or, in my case, I broke up with him. I had a sort of miniature reputation for being a heartbreaker. It wasn’t my fault or anything, but the guys I dated all wanted one thing; commitment. I just couldn’t give it to them, and had to break up with them when they fell for me. It is completely not my fault.

My phone buzzed, letting me know I had a text, and I grabbed it eagerly.

Sorry for storming out earlier. I just couldn’t resist any more(; I want our first time to be special because… I love you.

I groaned as I finished the text. Wesley was really cute, and I liked him a lot, but I didn’t love him. I even told him I wasn’t looking for love. Why did guys never listen to me when I said that? It’s like they thought I was just saying it so they’d like me. It was almost like they thought it was just words and they’d change me.

It hadn’t happened yet, so it probably wouldn’t ever.

I sighed, knowing what I was going to have to do. It wasn’t a thing I liked doing, but I knew it had to be done to save him from heartbreak even worse than this.

Wes, you know I didn’t want love… please tell me you’re joking.

I sent. I really did like Wes, which was why I was doing this.

I’m not.

Was all he sent back. Crap…

Then I’m sorry but I can’t do this anymore.

I pressed send, already dialing my best friend, Rania. It was Friday night, and she’d gone to her boyfriend’s house which was why we weren’t hanging out.

“You better be lucky we weren’t in the middle of something.” Rania’s voice said down the phone, teasingly.

I laughed. “You better be lucky I’m not Misty.” I told her. Misty was Rania’s mom, and she was the coolest mom ever. Misty understood that teenagers wanted to drink and have sex, so she let Rania and even me if my dad never found out. Misty just told us that if we got caught, she wouldn’t back us up. This made sense, so we were careful whenever we went to a party.

“True. What’s up?” She asked. I heard mumbling on her end, and realized Matthew was probably going to get them both Subway to give her space to talk to me. That guy was like my brother-in-law. I would say brother, but since Rania is like my sister, that would be weird.

“I broke up with Wes.” I told her, sighing.

“What?! Why?” She screeched.

“He fell in love with me.” I explained.

Rania made a noise telling me she understood. “So, what are you going to do?” She asked me.

I thought. It was only 9PM, and my dad was out on a date. My mom lived in Michigan and I only saw her every now and again. She left us, so why should I visit her?

“Are there any parties tonight?” I asked.

“Only by freshman and you know they suck.” Rania said, sounding apologetic.

I groaned. “Guess I’ll just get to sleep early. We’re still going shopping tomorrow, right?” I asked.

There was a moment of silence, before Rania said, “Oh, yeah. Sorry I nodded.”

I laughed. Only Rania would nod to a phone.

“Whatever, I’ll let you go back to your boyfriend. Talk to you later, girl.”

I hung up, sighing. I had some homework, but it was the kind that no one understood without the teacher, so I’d just wait until Monday for that.

I could do chores around the house…

I groaned, falling onto my bed. No amount of boredom would ever let me do that.

My phone buzzed again, and I opened the message.

No! Please babe! Don’t do this!

It was Wesley, of course.

Wes, I’m trying to make this easier. I’m probably never going to fall in love with you, because that’s not who I am. I told you this before. I’m sorry.

I sent him. There were two types of guys when it came to this kind of thing; the kind who got angry and sent a ‘fine! Fuck you, bitch!’, and then Wesley. His type begged and begged, until eventually I had to tell them to leave me the hell alone before I called the police on them for harassment. It hurt, because I usually really liked the guy, but I didn’t want to hurt them more than I already was.

I hopped into the shower, knowing if I took it right now I could sleep in tomorrow. I felt lazy, and decided to do a Princess Leia bun and curl it naturally overnight.

I let myself slip under the covers. I had nothing else to do now, so I might as well sleep. I was shopping tomorrow, and that alone would require too much sleep. Somehow, even in the earliness of the night, my eyes drifted closed, and I fell asleep.

When I awoke, the sunlight hit my eyes dangerously.

I could hear my dad in the kitchen, making some sort of breakfast shake. I checked my phone, realizing it was 10AM. Rania was coming over in thirty minutes, so I had just enough time to get ready.

I changed into some jeans and a shirt with a picture of a dinosaur saying, ‘I’m Rawr-Some!’, and quickly dabbed some concealer beneath my eyes. I didn’t see the point in wearing too much make-up; we were just going to the mall!

I heard the doorbell ring, and the front door open.

“Taylor! Rania’s here!” My dad yelled. I grabbed my purse, slipped into my sneakers, and ran out the door.

“Bye, dad! See you later!” I shouted as we got into Rania’s car.

“Ready for some shopping?” She asked, and I nodded.

“Hell yes!”

Five hours later, we each had a couple of new party outfits, as well as some random shirts. I had money that my mom sent over every couple of months. Being a private therapist, she earned a lot of money. Since she lived with her doctor boyfriend, she didn’t really need all the money she earned, and sent most of it to my account. No complaints from me, obviously.

“Think we’re done yet?” Rania asked as we sipped on Starbucks coffees.

I looked around at our bags. “Yeah, for now.”

Her phone rang, and she shot me an apologetic look. I frowned at her as she answered.

“Hey, Wes. What’s up?” she asked.

I nodded, understanding dawning. So he was in the rare third category; the guys who thought they could get me back by calling my best friend.

I heard him mumble something, and she sighed, “Wes, did you really think she’d love you back? I mean, she’s never been interested in love. It’s nothing personal, you know that, right?”

Apparently what she said was the wrong thing, because I could hear him yelling from where I sat.

“Maybe I want it to be personal! At least then it’s obvious she cared at all!”

I rolled my eyes sadly. Of course I cared; I just didn’t fall in love. Was there really so much wrong with that?

“She did care, trust me.” Rania said, and I mouthed an apology to her. She’d only done this a couple of times, but it was still more than she should ever have to deal with.

She shrugged as Wes rambled on about how I broke his heart. It wasn’t my fault I had commitment issues! Or maybe it was, but it wasn’t like I knew how to fix it!

“Wes, stop. I’m sorry for what she said, and I know I might sound biased, but she did warn you. I was there when she said she doesn’t fall for anyone, so don’t expect anything.” Rania said, using her serious voice.

I wanted to start laughing at the situation, but held it in, taking a gulp of the coffee.

“Wes, the best thing to do right now is get over her. Sleep with a slut, date a rebound girl, do anything that doesn’t involve whining.”

That did it. I choked on the coffee, and Rania’s eyes widened.

“Oh, my God! Wes, I have to go, this poor lady started choking!” she yelled, hanging up quickly. “What was that?” she asked me.

“You sounded so serious…” I started laughing again, deciding to blame the stupid caffeine for rushing to my head and making me hyper.

Rania just shook her head. “You are so weird. Let’s go before your dad has an aneurism or something.”

I laughed harder, following her blindly. Once I got in these moods, anything was funny to me.

“So, can I ask why his loving you came up in the first place?” Rania asked, and I frowned.

“Way to ruin the high as soon as it came, Ray.” I complained.

She rolled her eyes. “What happened?”

I sighed. “I may have pushed him a little far…”

Rania stopped in the middle of the store we were heading through to get to the parking lot. “You tried to force him into sex? Damn, girl.” She shook her head, ignoring my glare.

“Do you want to hear the rest or not?” I asked, angrily. This was the one thing we didn’t ever agree on; my virginity. When Rania stayed quiet, I continued. “He left, and sent me a text saying he had to leave because it was getting too hard to resist, and he wanted to wait because he loved me.”

Rania sighed. “You just don’t know how to stop, do you?” She asked.

“No! But then again, I want a guy who’s going to make me be the one to have to stop them. Can I ever just get jackasses interested in me? No, I get the whiny, clingy, ‘let’s wait until marriage’ guys.” I complained, pulling her towards the car again.

“You realize a lot of girls would kill to be you, right? I mean, all they want is a nice guy who’s ok with waiting.” She said, and I snorted.

“Yeah, and they attract the jerks. I would kill to be any of them right about now.”

Rania just laughed, and I knew she was dropping the subject for now.

Thank God.

SO there's chapter one!

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