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Jenna accidentally slams the door of her bedroom.

—Shit. —She exclaims right before realizing her parents aren't home to yell at her the same stupid sentence: "Jenna, you are going to pay the man who repairs doors! Be respectful!" She's so used to hearing that, that she even rolls her eyes at no one.

Attempting to forget about her parents not being home for a whole week and a half, the blonde skinny girl decides to throw her tiny body on the bed and close her ocean eyes while breathing in and out the stressful day.

—Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. —She whispers to herself and puts her hands over her face. —Fuck! —Breathes out. Most of the time, swearing would make everything around her less worse.

Then, her phone buzzes making her complain once again. The blue eyed girl sits on her bed staring at the red rubber band on her wrist, finally repeating the daily process of gathering her hair into a tight but messy ponytail.

After remaining seated staring at the white door for about two minutes, Jenna takes her phone out of her back pocket and her eyes get wide opened when she sees from which website the notification is from.

—What the actual fuck is actually fucking going on!? —The blonde girl shouts out as she unlocks her phone to find out why she now has an account on a sex website. —I didn't sign for this... —Says staring at the screen. It's a picture of her, posing next to a trash container, a friend had taken that photo past week. —Oh, my God... —Jenna covers her mouth with her right hand while scrolling through the description on her profile: "I'm pretty shy but I am willing to become wilder... If u know what I mean." Only one of her friends would write "u" instead of "you", casually the one who Jenna would consider capable of messing around with her like this.

So she decides to call.

—Hi, babe, what's up? —Soft and cheesy voice with a pinch of pretentiousness.

—Bitch, how could you!? —Right after those words, Jenna is able to hear the laughter of all her female friends in the back. —Am I on speaker?

—You are. —Ashley confirms. —So you found out already about your slutty side?

—Shit, girl, why did you do this? I mean, you know these websites are infested with rapists and killers and 60 year old dudes who want to hook up with 17 year old princesses like me. —The laughter gets louder. —Stop! I'm serious now!

—Hey, calm down a little, sweetie. —Ashley interrupts Jenna's complaining. Her tone makes everything better, it takes importance away from things. —We just felt like you were acting all innocent and apathetic when it comes to romantic shit, so we thought it would be a good idea to make an account for you in one of those sites...

—Are you messing with me or did you actually believed it would be a good idea to intrude in my life like this? I mean, I know I don't like all that sexy stuff you're all pervs into, but that doesn't make me any odd... some girls, we just don't feel like it.

—You haven't even made out with someone! That's insane, baby.

—I will delete the account and please stop deciding what I should or should not do. If you want to be a whore, Ashley, be a fucking whore. But don't try to make your friends be the fucked up way you already are. —Jenna knew she was overreacting to this, her friends would prank each other all the time, but for some reason, this affected her. Ashley and her had been close since 7th grade, and she was aware of how uncomfortable people made Jenna feel when they asked her about her sexual life.

The tiny blonde closes her eyes for a minute and grips the dark blue duvet under her body. She's so mad but at the same time guilty, guilty for yelling at her best friend and even dared to call her a 'whore'. Because real girls don't do that, don't try to make themselves feel better by calling other people out and making them feel not valuable enough. At that point, Jenna was even mad for slamming the door, so she passes saliva trying to undo the huge knot that has formed in her throat.

—I need a sandwich. —She says to herself and stands up, leaving the room.

Another notification.

" has sent you a private message: 'ur pretty, gooorl.'"

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