So, let me start you off. You all know why I’m here: I’m shit at anything that involves love. My problem wasn’t that I wasn’t ready to settle down or that I slept around with many people… like many other people here… cough, cough. No, for me it was different. I just seemed to go for the wrong guys all the time. Once I finally think I found a nice guy who won’t use me, they always turn out to be the opposite. I’ve tried to keep my relationship together, but the guys just didn’t seem to care. All they want is to take me out on, maybe, a few dates, sleep a couple times with me, before running off to the next hot girl at the bar. I really have the best taste in men, right?

It wasn’t always like that, though. I managed to have a boyfriend for my entire highschool career, which is very impressive for me (that’s four years long!!!). We decided to try a long distance relationship when we both went to other colleges, only to find out he had slept with all the girls in his dorm in two weeks time. Yeah, a great thing to find out the time you go visit your boyfriend. So, basically scrap what I said before. It has always been the same.

And this just lead me to not being confident anymore. No, not because of that one guy; because I actually went out and flirted with the occasional guy, building up my self-esteem. But guys think you are an easy catch if you're like that, and I fell for their traps. Now, I just don’t let myself anymore. Especially with the last guy I dated.

You see, we met each other in a record store (pretty cheesy, I know), and it seemed like the perfect meeting to me. I mean, who doesn’t like a guy who likes music (turns out, in the end, that he only went there because he wanted to pick up girls). But it lead to us dating for an entire year. I even moved in with him! Come on, that was a big commitment! I really thought that he was it, that he was the one. But, nope. It doesn’t come that easy. He slept with my best friend and sister. Yeah, that happened. Let’s just say that relationship didn’t end well at all and I just gave up on trying.

So, I’m here now, trying to find ‘the one’ for a pathetic TV show. I don’t even know what went through my mind when I signed up. Well, I can say some alcohol was involved, and my stupid mind thinking it would be a funny joke. It wasn’t as funny when they sent me an email back telling me they wanted me on the show. I should have declined it… but more alcohol was involved when I accepted it. And I really wish I didn’t. I mean, look at all these people around me--

Wait, hang on, you guys know my story, but I haven’t even introduced myself for who I’d like to be known. My name is Sarina Lesley Hardwick. I’m from a small town in Minnesota, but I moved away soon after my first relationship ended. The capital city, Saint Paul, always seemed to attract me more. It wasn’t like everybody knew everybody there, unlike in my hometown. I mean, it is the second-most populous city in the US (yes, I got that from google, deal with it), of course it was impossible for that whole city to know everybody who lived there!

So, anyway, love (blablabla). Yeah, I didn’t think I was going to find it here at all. Just look at all the people here. I’ve never seen girls as fake as this -- whether it be personality or looks -- and the guys were totally more fuckboy than I had ever met. Not even the low guys like them tried to get with me! This was just a whole step down from my actual life. I regret coming here 100%. Like, seriously, get me out of here now!

I’ll introduce everyone very shortly to you, even though there probably is no use for that. With so many people here, you will probably forget who is who and who did what. I’m just going to focus mostly on my story. It get’s confusing for me too. So, if you ever come across a name and go like ‘who the actual fuck is that!’, just forget about it and imagine some random guy or girl. I mean, it’s not like they are important if you can’t remember them. And, to be honest, I wasn’t planning of socialising with anybody here. They all seemed so… ugh.

We hadn’t even been here for over an hour (well, when the show started, we had been here already for a bit longer), and there was this one guy causing a lot of drama already. Maybe he had a little bit too much to drink, or maybe he just was like this in everyday life, but I could already conclude he was going to be the most annoying guy-- no, wait, person -- I was going to have to deal with.

Girls were already getting mad each other, some running off and crying, all because of this one guy. Vic Fuentes. He decided it would be cool to flirt with them all and have makeout sessions with them all. It was like he didn’t even realise the consequences it was bringing! Of course the girls were also stupid for believing him. It was one big disaster. I just hoped there were going to be some girls that would be able to ignore him completely.

Let me describe what he looked like. I didn’t even get why all the girls were so infatuated by him with one glance. He was short, and simply thin (he had nice arms, but that was the only thing that really stood out). With his long black hair coming up to his shoulders and this weird nose ring, there was nothing that was really ‘wow’ about it. Just another guy who didn’t look like a fuckboy at first glance, but after a while it was written all over him. And that snapback he wore! Oh my god. Yeah, definitely a cocky guy.

And-- oh no. He was coming this way. No, no, no, turn around now. I was sitting all alone in a corner.. on a couch… with my red solo cup… planning who my next victim was going to be. Aaand that sounded very sexual. No, I meant it in an evil scientist way. Explaining your jokes makes them lame… great. Anyway, that Vic dude better turn around now and leave, or he was going to have a serious problem.

He walked up slyly with a stupid fucking smirk on his face, adjusting his snapback as he was just two steps away from me, “hey, there.”

Hang on. Let me stop the story right there. I just realised I forgot to actually introduce everyone. I can’t get to what you want to read before I do that! There’s no way that makes any sense! So, we have the eight other girls: Crystal Mutton (girl with very blonde hair and who seemed to have had a boob job), Becci McConnell (although her name might not suggest it, she was one of the more decent people. Brown hair, and a friendly smile, but still wearing pretty slutty clothes), Kelly Tumbull (I didn’t know what was up with her. She seemed to be in many places at one, but not at the same time), Cearra Jacobson (I liked her name… didn’t know the person though), Teresa Seward (another one of those generic girls that were here), Freya Maclomhair (Her brown skin glowed as the light hit it, making her stand out immediately), Monday Donnelly (not the smartest around), and Aileen McDougal (outgoing, but also friendly).

And then the guys: Vic Fuentes (who I already told you about. That guy), Ramsey Caldwell (one word: muscles), Kaleb Garland (typical fuckboy hair and a pink shirt), Lester Morrish (couldn’t stop telling girls about his English roots), Trenton Mark (I liked that his surname could also be a first name), Neal Devine (not all that devine), Korbin Jones (awesome afro, dude), and Ern Denzil (name seems Nerdy, this guy was the opposite).

Ok, back to the part you want me to tell you about. Vic trying to chat me up. Where was I… him thinking he was very smooth by having a small groove in his step and that his snapback was the shit. Oh, and he started talking to me. Yeah, that part. That was what was going on.

I put on my fakest smile for him, hoping he would get the hint, but he only licked his lips and winked. I rolled my eyes, and decided to make it more obvious for him. Was he really that stupid! “Hey there! Turn around and please fuck off. I don’t want you around me.”

“Don’t play hard to get, baby,” he bit his lip and sat right next to me -- or should I say nearly fucking on top of me! Didn’t this guy understand personal space?! Ok, wrong question. We are talking about the guy who nearly kissed every girl in the house already, and maybe even a couple of the guys. I didn’t know, it wasn’t like I was following him around the place. My spot on the couch was a lot nicer… emphasis on was.

“Not playing hard to get,” I glared at him, not even bothering about keeping that fake smile on my face. He wasn’t even worth my sarcasm. He didn’t deserve to see the best quality I had. “ I just really don’t want you around me. Now, just fuck off.”

“Feisty,” he growled and gave me the eyes. You know, those eyes a guy gives you when they basically claim you and want you in their bed right at that moment, and weren’t going to take no for an answer. Yeah? Well, those were the eyes he gave me. “I like it!”

And then it happened. He placed both of his hands on my cheeks and slammed his lips right against mine without any warning. I didn’t even have time to be shocked. While his lips were hungrily trying to get me to kiss back, I shoved him right off me, causing him to fall onto the couch on his back. I didn’t want those lips against mine ever, and it happened. I could throw up if I really wanted to.

But the position Vic was in, gave him completely the wrong idea. His smile got even more arrogant and over-confident and he looked me up and down. “Are we gonna go at it on the couch? I thought a bed would be better, but I can roll with this… I can definitely roll with this.”

I gave him the most hateful look I could muster. If I could, I would have to attacked him right there and then. No, not in the gross way. I didn’t want to do anything like that with him. Have you seen him! That is the last guy you would want to do that with. Not necessarily because of his looks (which I had started to hate because he was bugging me so much), but just because of his seriously shitty attitude. I wanted him gone now!

I stood up, not wanting to be sharing a couch with this creep for any longer than I had to. “Can’t you take a fucking hint! Seriously, dude, I don’t want you talking to me! Now, excuse me while I go wash out my mouth with pure alcohol to get rid of that disgusting taste you left. That was fucking disgusting. Don’t even kiss a girl without their permission, I swear to god!”

And that was how I missed out most of my first party, and had attracted attention on my first night.

Great. Now I was the weird bitch.

Notes

I finally started writing it!!! Look at me, mom, I'm doing it!
Anyway, I don't think I'll be updating that often since this is more a short side story I'll be writing when I can't get into my main stories. But if people really really like it, I might change that. Things will be moving very fast, and what is done over weeks in the actual TV show, I'm going to cram into 10 days.
Just give me any feedback, and I'll try to consider it :)