I Was A Real Life Gossip Girl

It started in tenth grade. I was at sports practice and a girl I’ll call Nicole (not her real name) was humble-bragging about her romantic conquests to her friends, as usual. I was terrified of her, but fascinated at the same time. She was hot and she knew it and she didn’t feel the need to be fake-nice to anybody. This time, she was talking about a recent shopping trip in which she got “a new thong for hookups.” Her bragging made me uncomfortable, especially in light of my own lack of sexual experience. Guys liked Nicole. It was like she enjoyed rubbing it in, or had forgotten that anyone aside from her friends could hear her.

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