Chapter 3

It had been two weeks since the incident at the party but people still haven't let it go.

I get called 'Slut' at least ten times a day.

I lean closer towards the boy, he was a nice guy who usually kept to himself.

Placing soft kisses along his jaw, I mutter the words "I'll make it worth your time." His hands grip my waist to steady me, his fingers slightly trembling, his head jerking in a small nod.

And that's when I know he's putty in my hands.

We reach the backseat of his car in almost no time,…