1 It All Began With a Thot

Love! It has always been in the air. Love is what drives us to do what we do on a daily basis. Love is what doomed me to die.

It all began with a thot.... I was sitting in my math class, I was about 15 at the time. It was the last class before lunch. I could not wait to feast upon a freshly made corndog, made by my mother. About 10 minutes before class ended, one of the prettiest-most popularist girls in my class passed me a note. She sat right next to me, I believe she did it quite sexually as well. As a young growing boy, I had to accept the note, it peaked my curiosity.

What was on the note was shocking to me, "Hey, Jeff, you should give me the answer to number 8. If you do, I can go hangout with you for an hour or something." After reading that my pee pee went hard, what was I supposed to do say no? I had to give her the answer to number 8. When the bell rang, she rushed out of the class. I wanted to stop her and ask her about when the hangout will happen, but I decided to hold her up on that. Instead of going after her like I should have, I bragged to my friends.

They all warned me and congratulated me at the same time, it was confusing, but I didn't care. I was going out with the hottest girl in my class! After school I met her again, we exchanged numbers and hung out for an hour that day. Well it was really 37 minutes, but who cares about the fine details!

That is when my hell started.

For the next year, she constantly asked for math answers and hung out with me. I thought we felt something for each other, but she always got new boyfriends here and there. One time during one of our hangouts, she invited her boyfriend, I was forced to be their busboy and waiter as they watched a movie at her house. Something clicked for me there, but it was not enough, because she went ahead and did it again 6 different times. With at least 3 different boyfriends....

I was a fool! I stayed by her side every time she broke up with one of her boyfriends and comforted her. I thought she was going to become my girlfriend finally, but she would just get another boyfriend within the week. A year has passed since I gave her the answer to number 8, I am 16 years old now, still a virgin, and still going out on another hangout.

Today was the same as any other day. I gave her the answers to the homework in 3 classes. I got at least 3 hours with her today, some days we don't talk to each other. Other days she only spouts out orders during our hangouts. I should have stopped doing this a long time ago, but she is just too damn hot! Maybe I am just too nice or maybe I actually like her. I see her perfections and imperfections clearly, perhaps I am in love... Yeah, love! Today I will tell her how I feel and proclaim my love.

We usually meet up at the park nearby the school, so I can profess my love there.

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"I love you. Can you please go out with me?"

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"Sorry, Jeff, you are nice and all, but I don't like you like that."

My heart sank! The past year was for nothing! All those text rants, her drama, her homework, her time she spent with me. Was for nothing!

I dashed away from the scene mixed with emotions that were held back since day 1.

I hate her.

She is just like all the other girls I liked during the periods she had a boyfriend.

I should have just stayed away from females! Maybe turned gay!

"Jeff! Watch out!"

*SLAM!*

Damn it, I forgot that there was a street just outside of the park. What was I even hit by? A truck? A plane? A very fast bugatti? Who knows? All that I know is that I am now dead, becuase I believed in a- in a.....

"THOT!"

Those were my last words, as my soul lifted away from my body, I saw everything around me. That Thot was no where to be seen, she didn't even cry over my dead body. NO! I died by being hit from a mini cooper! Not even a regular SUV or something. This is so embarrassing... Oh well that is the way life goes. I wonder how heaven is like, or will I go to hell? Oh no what will my mother think? What about my little sister, my friends, my teachers.

"DAMN IT! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"

After saying that, I felt my soul was mishaped, contorted, transformed, I was transported to a dark abyss with a single chair in front of me. Only a small bit of light made it visible to see the chair itself. From it appeared a man holding a book titled, 'Thot Slayer Chronicles'.

"On the 3rd of April, 2018, a man by the name of Jeff, dies from being hit with a mini cooper, after being rejected from his master that he slaved over for a year," the man says sprinkling some foreign dust into the open book. "Today a new chapter begins in the chronicles. Hello there Jeff, I am the current Thot Slayer King."