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This story.... news flash, I'm not a girl. XD

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I'm willing to admit that I'm thirsty. 

Not all girls will admit that.

I think it's because society puts the whole gender on some kindof weirdo pedestal.

Also a few double standards.

Maybe its because I didnt read romance novels when I was young. 

Maybe its because I never had any cosmetics.

Maybe it was all the martial arts training.

At some point, when I was sixteen, I just said to myself "I want to get laid."

Well, it was a bit more complicated than that.

Obviously, I was staring at a really hot guy when I first thought that.

But up until that point I wasn't really all that interested in that stuff.

I mean I had a lot of friends, guys and girls. 

I wasn't raised by an all male family. I had one sister and brother.

I think I was just looking for something new to try and my hormones got triggered.

Either way, I did sleep with that guy.

Hurt like a motherfucker.

Wasnt that good until I'd been with a few more guys.

Had to develop a taste for it, like chocolate.

I guess thats the girly thing about me, I really like chocolate.

Just like chocolate, with me you need to try out a lot of different flavors and know how to eat them to get the best experience.

I've discovered I have some bad eating habits. It seems that I like to find the stoic type and break them.

It's fucked up, but I enjoy the whole process.

The teasing and the tempting. It's even better when they have glasses.

Another thing, I don't like main characters. I really don't like to fight over guys. 

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I also don't like guys fighting over me.

I prefer to be under the radar about my sex life, you know?

Being 17 and saying youve slept with at least 50 guys tends to do things to your reputation in this world.

I have tested myself. I think I'll start being more careful about my choices in college, once the diseases are a biggere problem.

That is, if I even shop around by then.

My problem now is that a guy in the dead center of my strike zone has shown up. I think I might be in love.

I transfered into this new school my last year, because my parent wanted out of state benefits for my little brother and sister.

So, it turns out there's this full on prince character in the school.

Good grades, good looks, good personality.

He's swimming in girls.

His best friend though.

I want him so bad. 

His name is Michael Saldona.

Mine's Yukina Mayorga.

Yukina Saldona, I like that name. 

Ah, I got side tracked.

Anyway this guy is pretty okay looking. 

In my eye's hes really hot, but that may be a filter.

Its not just a filter.

He looks like the quite, weak type of guy.

But I can tell what he really is.

When he walks, how he moves, and the way his eyes move.

I can tell Michael is a martial artist. I can tell he is calculating.

The timing of his words show he isn't actually shy.

Shy people don't force themselves to be a clown like that.

Actually, I'm not sure about that last one. 

Ehhh, either way,  I'm moving in on him.

"Excuse me Michael, would you be willing to help me with some of the homework?