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[xTerrax]

I didn't want for things to end up this way. Please, please believe me when I say that I never wanted this to end up this way.

I was never a slut, I swear.

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I came to Westminster College about two years ago; exactly that amount of time in only a couple more days. Before I continue, I should mention that I'm not actually American, having moved to Chicago from São Paulo as a foreign student. Despite what many people might believe, especially my family back in Brazil, I actually wasn't culture shocked. City life seemed the same; there were nice parts of the city and some not so nice parts. I was perfectly fine living on my own, occasionally calling my family on Skype to let them know what I've been up to. It was mostly studying, in case you were wondering. Sometimes I felt like that I had to spend my free time cramming, given the reputation of my school. As it turns out, Westminster did a fantastic job at advertising in Brazil, because despite the fancy wording they used in the shady bus stop advertisements, they were absolutely not a good school. If I had to think about it, I guess that I would call it a party school. Yes, they were that school; the kind that would make a huge deal about freshman week (which incidentally involved students that were definitely not freshmen!). Still, I was determined to make my Psychology degree work, even if I was forced to make up for some "non-transferable credit" from my last year of high school in my home city. This frustrated me to no end when I was planning my Sophomore year schedule, having been told by the school's administration that I would have to take Psychology 101 in order to prove that I have the equivalencies (which made me so mad, because they could have told me that last year. But I digress...). To make matters even worse, I had to deal with the worst class that I had ever witnessed. No, not the room itself; quite frankly, I thought that the auditorium was amazing. It was the people, the cliques, the groups that dominated the lecture. It was full of who knows whos, the who slept with who; in short, gossip that should have stayed in high school. Jeff, my boyfriend, took this class with me as an elective. When I seemed surprised of the social dynamic going on, he explained that this class was one of many introductory courses where the group was basically divided in two; we had the "losers and outcasts" and the "popular crowd".

It pained me to hear this from Jeff, considering that he was always considered the social outcast. With one look at him, you might be quick to label him as one; after all he was short, frail and was just so afraid of social gatherings. In fact, I still could remember the day that I first met him, with my poor baby looking as if he was having a heart attack. Our teachers, like many of the professors here, assigned us to work on a project together and from what Jeff later on told me, he was so intimidated by me. After all, people who knew nothing of either one of us constantly told him that I was using him or that I was way out of his league. But Jeff would prove them wrong as he charmed me in a way that no one could. For one, Jeff was just as studious as I was. Secondly, unlike some of these assholes, he didn't talk to me just because of my looks and finally, because Jeff actually was a genuinely nice guy. Sure, we had only been going out for about a year now, but I grew attached to him. So believe me that I never planned on hurting him.

This class, Psychology 101, must have been hell for my poor boyfriend. After all, he was stuck in some awful clique group because of me. It was hell for Jeff from day one too - with girls and guys immediately branding him as "tiny dick". I wasn't happy with myself either, because I never found the courage within myself to defend Jeff...I mean, how could I? They weren't saying it outright, at least not yet; these were whispers, chuckles across the room and not insults thrown right at him. I didn't get teased like that, but in a different way. It was during out second class, when the professor asked us to all introduce ourselves by stating our name and summing ourselves up in two words. Even with the class and its enormous size, we went by pretty quick. When it was Jeff's turn, practically half the class interrupted him by yelling:

"Tiny dick!"

Which made him all flustered and angry. I consoled him, rubbing his shoulder before it was my turn.

"My name is Juliana Silva and -- "

"BIG BOOTY!" a voice called out, which caused the room to erupt with laughter and howls. The professor sighed, his face resting on the palm of his hand before motioning me, now blushing so red with embarrassment, to sit down. Again, we heard the whispers and chuckles among the students, with some saying out loud "Wait, is she with him?"

After class, we both went home. I consoled Jeff, by telling him that the people in that class are stupid and were just trying to get to people outside of their groups. I think it even worked, before we kissed each other before heading our separate ways to different dorm buildings. Once I got home, I studied on what I retained in some of my lectures, before I got a notification from Instagram. It was a post of mine from maybe three days ago, with a new comment.

http://i.imgur.com/o9Ae12a.jpg
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Comments:
todd.dylan: Oh wow! You should sit next to me next time ​

I, of course, thought that this was beyond bizarre. Some random guy comments on a picture and says that? I shook it off as some weirdo across the internet, that is until I told Jeff about it. The look on his face was one of pure horror when I mentioned the username. That's when I found out who Todd Dylan was; he was the king douchebag. The kind of guy who prides himself with sleeping with the hottest women and the guy who tormented Jeff not only last year, but during high school too. He must have flunked Psychology 101 last semester, because Jeff could have sworn that he took that course last year. To top it all of, Jeff knew that Todd is the one who came up with that awful nickname, at least for his, because that's what Todd and the girls from high school called him. Worst of all, now Jeff felt incredibly threatened because Todd was everything he wasn't; tall, well built and incredibly confidant. I suppose that it didn't help that Jeff, to this day, still felt that I was well above his league.

On one hand, I suppose that maybe I knew what he was talking about. After all, I was taller than Jeff as I stood at about 5'10". Being taller than a guy does make him uncomfortable, or at least that's what I knew from reading online articles. Not to mention, and as much as I hate to say this, but I did have a body of a pornstar. I wasn't stupid, I knew what most guys liked in a body and I had it (whether that was a blessing or a curse, that's up for debate). From my long dirty blonde hair, my hourglass figure, my wide hips and thick thighs, I kind of had it all. And that's not mentioning my big H cup breasts and my big, wide ass that obviously got the attention of someone in that class. On the other hand, I was a bit bitter that Jeff still thought that, because I assumed by now that he knew my personality and that someone like Todd was never, ever going to be someone I'd be interested in.

I just hoped that he'd realize this by our next class.