prologue
You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don’t know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy .
Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn’t want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He’ll say that he’s really into you but doesn’t want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.
Did someone come to mind, because I know one did for me.
There’s this one fuckboy at my school, Connor Owens, and he’s probably the hottest guy in my grade. At least that’s what all the girls think. He’s tall, has brown hair, tanned skin, and the most mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. He’s a really fun person to be around, and he’s a pretty smart guy. We’re in all the AP classes together.
It may sound like I’m attracted to him, but then again, who wouldn’t be. The only turn-off for me is that he’s a fuckboy. In all honesty, he’s slept with every girl in our grade except for maybe four of us. Granted, our school is small and our graduating class is made up of only 48 students in total.
We’re going into our senior year, and all I know is that he’s tried getting me to sleep with him quite a few times last year, but I haven’t given him the satisfaction of my hot bod.
Hah, just kidding.
But seriously, that is my life goal right now, to just make it through high school without giving him the pleasure of sleeping with yours truly.
