Slut.

'I'm on my way!' she giggled over the phone.

He could hear her smile from the tone of her voice.

'Sure, haha,' he replied nonchalantly. Not like he actually cared. 

They've been flinging for a couple months or so, but other than that, nothing more or less.

It was clear she was into him, but he? Not so much. 

He had standards. To put it simply.

Her?

She had countless flings before him. Probably had sex with more than 20 guys already. 

Wears slutty clothes. Clubs every night. Switches 'boyfriends' like how one changes their underwear.

And him? 

Girlfriend for 3 years. Things ended over an ugly break-up. Family first. Sports. And lastly, never had sex before.

Over his dead body would he go for a girl like her, 

but she was so damn easy that it was practically money falling from the sky for him.

'It's cold out. Let's go inside?' she suggested.

He simply nods and turns, leading her back into his house.

'It's still cold here. Lets go in the bedroom?' she suggested once more.

He knew it then. This girl IS a whore. 

What's it matter to him anyway, this ain't his problem.

Besides, it's his win. 'Okay.' he smiled casually.

They sat together on his bed, him staring at the computer screen,

and she scrolling through pointless youtube videos.

It was pretty obvious that all she wanted was to get it on with him.

But he was not the kind of guy she thought he was.

Watching her try to tempt him and lure him in was actually nothing more than a joke to him,

it was pretty entertaining to watch her countless failures,

and to be frank nothing about this girl attracted him at all. 

'Why am I even here' would pop up in his head pretty much all the time.

His lips were soft and warm. It was obvious that this wasn't the only thing she wanted.

With her forcing herself onto him and deepening the kisses as each second passed,

he couldn't help but laugh to himself inside. Foolish slut. 

Before she could push it even further, he decided it was enough. 

'You should get home,' he pushed her off of him gently and sat up on the bed,

shooting her a get-out-of-my-house-now look. 

She stunned for a moment as redness flashed on her cheeks.

'Bye, take care,' The door shut behind her.

What is wrong with him. Am I not attractive enough? How could a guy, in a moment like that,

actually want to stop? What the hell. And we're flings. He's supposed to actually want me.

She had never felt rejection like that before. 

And man, what ever just happened has definitely affected her sky high ego quite a bit. 

She can't even remember the last time she was rejected. Oh wait, she never was.

She had that foolish mindset of 'as long as you show a bit of boobs and act like a whore believing that you're sexy, guys would want you'. Oh bitch please.

Sex is one thing. Self respect is another.

Have a great slutty day ahead, bitch. 

This shows pretty much how fucking much you disgust me.
And yes, I wrote this out of anger, LOL. 
It's based on a true story anyway so well, #notasinglefuckwasgiven. about this stupid whore.