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    Chopped and Screwed – (Chapter: 2: Player? I'm Just A Slave To Love…)

    “Glen, you’re an ass.  I can’t even believe we’re of the same species, let alone related.”

     

    “Deal with it little sis,” Glen grins.

     

    The truth was, even though I was known the object of almost every boy’s affection at King High, I noticed a while ago that I didn’t particularly like any of them.  Of course I had had boyfriends before, but basically only because I could.  When I thought long and hard about it, I realized I had never actually liked a boy before, and soon after I started to notice girls. Notice notice girls.  The revelation took me off guard, but I wasn’t exactly surprised, either.  There had been signs, even since kindergarten.  Instead of confronting my feelings, I decided I would try to “change” back to “normal” again.  I immersed myself in boys.  Boyfriends, athletics, rock bands (but not as a groupie. Never ever as a groupie).

     

    I got boys, used them, then lost them.  Sort of like a love ‘em and leave ‘em type of girl.  Miraculously, I was never classified as a whore or slut, but as something girls rarely get classified as.  A player.  A full blown player.  A shark, just waiting for her next unsuspecting victim.  Boys were warned against playing too close, but I guess the Carlin charm was just too much for them to resist.  Or maybe they were just assuming that they could get a quick lay, but that was the thing.  I never slept with them, but somehow in the process of luring them in, I made them fall for me.  Hard.  Don’t get me wrong, though.  Being a heartbreaker wasn’t on my agenda.  It just sort of happened.  No one took into account that maybe Spencer Carlin wasn’t actually a player, just… a love distributor.  Yeah! That’s it.  Spencer Carlin: Official Love Distributor and Neighborhood Closet Queen.

     

    Back to the situation at hand, though.

     

     Glen knows that I have had a few girlfriends before, and he still never considers the fact that maybe comments like those get my blood boiling.  Or maybe he does and just likes to see me struggle in check so I don’t spill the beans.  This thought just makes me want to deck him ten times more.

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    Comments

    1. hahahahah love the whole play on names thing. lauged my ass off! and no I didn’t find it confusing at all, I love that spence is not only a player but named her little angel and devil. oh and I’m 27.. 28 in a week.

    2. im 21 and i love itmy god the end was funny i was wating for the teacher to pass out now the real question is will ashley be in the story and when becouse i have a feeling she’s going to be the new gym teacher

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