From bore to whore

Hey everyone, this is my first story so I would appreciate if your flame’s where not so harsh… this is basically a typical story about a girl that experiences sex and the like and how its all tied to her life. It is probably a Mary-Sue and I am warning you now that if you don’t like them then don’t read. Oh so the first chapter starts off slow, but by the second chapter there will be more of what your looking for.

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From Bore to Whore
Chapter 1- Introduction and Surprises


Life as you may very well may know, sucks for the average teenager. When I say average though I do not mean, Miss America, or captain of the football team. No I mean the one person that defines the word average. Their grades are average, their height, weight, face, is average also. When you look at this average teenager you see no one special. Probably someone that will grow up and be the person who sorts out your taxes, or lives across the street from you and wave every time you go out for your paper. This is a story of one of these average teenagers, who has a war raging inside of themselves to be something different, to become famous.

Trapper Smith by no means was popular. Nor was she a loser. She was confused. She didn’t fit in with the popular jocks, even though she was a starting freshman. She didn’t fit in with the skaters and emo people; because their music hurt her ears and she didn’t really want to spend her day at a cement park. She didn’t fit in with the rich kids or the beautiful people, because she was not rich nor was she beautiful. She didn’t even fit in with the smart people, because she was not smart. Trapper Smith was, what her closest thing to a friend she had, called a ‘tweener’. Someone stuck between many groups, but not really friends with any of them.

Trapper’s teenage life had begun in a little catholic school outside of the town she lived in. She went to school there because it was easier for her parents who worked in the city. The school held the grades k through 8th. She was happy and had a best friend called David Robertson. They where happy together, causing trouble for the old nuns, and getting whacked with rulers by the priests. By the time 8th grade ended David had been accepted to a very good boarding school farther north, while Trapper accepted to Saint Mary’s East a very well known school for its sports and high religious classes. Trapper and David spent their summer together before 9th grade and said tearful goodbyes when he got on the plane. She had started two a day practices with the varsity volleyball team and was immediately a starter. She had made friends with fellow varsity freshman by the name of Brittany Tele. Brittany and Trapper where close and often where partners when they played beach. That was until Brittany stopped calling Trapper, and started hanging out with Taylor a Sophomore volleyball player. Brittany didn’t seem to give Trapper the time of day, thus starting Trapper’s down fall.

When Freshmen year started Trapper was alone in the average sized high school. She looked over her self to make sure people weren’t staring at her. Her uniform fit, nothing was out of place, so why where people staring? Over the course of the year Trapper became very hesitant. Whenever she was walking in the hallway and someone laughed behind her she thought they where laughing at her. She kept her crushes secret feeling the boys would laugh at her or ignore her. She never said anything to someone unless they looked at her. In math class she never raised her hand, and only spoke when called upon. Needless to say when David came home for Christmas he was scared of this new Trapper. All she could talk about was 8th grade, while he raved about how good his school was. Trapper of course was jealous and couldn’t help but begin to fawn over David. Of course if you where her you would do the same thing, he was perfect, nice, sweet, tall, handsome, and amazing in everyway. Trapper began to become hesitant around him when she realized she liked him.
Trapper’s freshmen year went by with her becoming more preservative and hesitant. Her parents of course didn’t notice, because they where either congratulating her perfect brother on getting into Cornell, or working. She was glad when summer came. She had more friends when she played beach volleyball, and she even had a job to keep her mind off of things. She and David of course still hung out. He didn’t know how to act around her so he kept telling her about this person he met at school called Toni. She became more jealous of this person, but never told David, fearing that if she told him her feelings about him he would stop being her friend. Until one day when she was at work he walked in.

Trapper checked the clock on the wall and wiped her hands on a towel. She was a hair washer and sweeper at Brianne’s Salon. She smiled at the next person on the coach and wrapped a towel around their shoulders. She asked how she was doing and the lady would reply horrible and go on and on about how bad her life was. Trapper would barely listen and nodded at all the right times. The bell on the door dinged and she looked over and smiled at David who looked around and smiled back at her. ‘Give me five minutes.’ She mouthed and he nodded, ‘I’ll outside.’ He mouthed back and left. Trapper finished quickly, towel dried the lady’s hair, and nodded to the woman at the desk who handed over Trapper’s pay check. Trapper smiled and left looking for David. She spotted him talking to a messy black haired boy around their age. David smiled and pushed the boy who grinned. David saw Trapper and waved her over,

“Trapper this is Tony, Tony this is Trapper.” Trapper stopped dead and failed to notice Tony’s outstretched hand. She breathed deeply and turned to David,

“This is Tony?” She whispered and David nodded, “But Tony’s a he.” David blushed and pulled Trapper over to the side,

“I thought you knew.” He said lightly.

“Thought I knew what?!” She seethed her jaw clenched,

“I’m gay.” He whispered looking down at her. She furrowed her eye brows,

“How am I supposed to know if you never tell me?” She said with difficulty.

“Sorry.” He said shrugging his shoulders. Tony let out a cough and Trapper side stepped David,

“Sorry ‘bout that.” She said with a small smile, “Trapper Smith.” She said holding out her hand. Tony looked at David then gripped her hand,

“Tony Nathan.” He said,

“Nice meeting you Tony, but I can’t stay enjoy your time here.” She said with a fake smile. She couldn’t quite explain her behavior, but at the moment she just wanted to go jump into the ocean. She turned, unhooked her bike from the rack, and pedaled away. By the time she got home she was in tears and couldn’t see anymore. She ran to her room and locked the door, not that it mattered much anyway because no one would have come in. Her first teenage love had broken her heart without even meaning too. She wanted to get away, but she knew that if she did she’d have to give up her spot on the volleyball team and she did not want that to happen. So instead she washed off her face and picked up the phone,

“Hello?” The voice on the other end asked,

“Hi is Sara there?” Trapper asked, mentally slapping herself in the face. Sara was Trapper’s closest thing to a friend at Saint Mary’s and could not shut up. She was boy crazy and in love with Trappers beach co-ed partner TJ (who Sara had never met before).

“This is Sara.” Trapper inhaled,

“Hi Sara its Trapper-” She was interrupted by a squeal coming from the other end of the line,

“TRAPPER! I haven’t talked to in so long…okay maybe not that long more like a week ago when school let out…but still how’s your life going? How’s your hunk of a friend David? Is TJ there? What’s up?” Sara said in one breath. Trapper sighed,

“Umm…Sara I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight on the boardwalk.” Sara squealed again,

“I would love too…So what are you going to wear?” Sara asked. Trapper rolled her eyes,

“Clothes.” Trapper could imagine Sara as she dropped the phone,

“I’m serious Trap, okay I’m coming over and I’ll bring my jean skirt and you will wear it, okay?” Trapper sighed,

“Fine.”

“Okay see you in five.” With that Sara hung up and Trapper fell onto her bed. That was a really big mistake. She hated skirts; she had had enough of them at school with her uniform and all. The front door opened and soon Sara was in Trapper’s room. In her arms was a handful of clothes and a hair brush, “Put this on.” Sara said flinging a short jean skirt and a plane purple tank top at Trapper. Trapper rolled her eyes and changed while Sara made sure she actually put the clothes on. “I’m so jealous of you Trap.” Sara said when Trapper came out of the bathroom. Trapper couldn’t help but blush,

“Why?”

“You have an amazing volleyball body, with a huge ass and tan legs. God I’m going to kill my short stumpy self.” Sara said while looking in the mirror. Sara had on basically the same thing she threw at Trapper except her tank top was green, “So you ready to go?” Trapper nodded and followed Sara out of her house.

The entire way, really on a two minute walk, to the boardwalk Sara talked about this really hot guy named Ryan she had met at camp. Trapper turned her job self on, where she nodded and asked questions at all the right moments even though she wasn’t paying any attention. Every now and then she saw people from their school and other towns walk past hand in hand looking happy…or horny, either way they where together and Trapper was jealous. She wanted someone to hold hands with even if that meant she had to please them. She followed Sara into Gonzo’s and sat down. Sara flirted with the waiter and actually left Trapper to ‘go to the bathroom.’ This really meant go hook up with pimply waiter in the back. Trapper strummed her fingers against the table and looked around. She saw Danny Secker, a tall red head from her school sitting next to some whoreish freshman. Danny was hot she had to admit so was the other guy he was with. Kevin Rifer, another person in her grade that was part of this three hot group of guys. He too had a whoreish freshman on his lap. Trapper looked around trying to find the third member of the group, John Lefty. John Lefty was the nicest of the group and the only blonde. Sure he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the pack, but his looks made up for it.

Trapper was brought back to earth when a different waiter dropped the pizza off at her table. The waiter raised an eyebrow at her, “Eating alone?” He asked. Trapper contained her blush, when she realized the waiter was none other then John Lefty, and smiled,

“Well my friend ‘went to the bathroom,’ with our waiter.” The boy smiled and sat down in the booth,

“You look familiar. Do you go to Saint Mary’s?” He asked. Trapper nodded,

“Yeah, I was in your math class, Trapper Smith.” She said, all thoughts of David and Sara rushed out of her head as John smiled,

“No? Really?” He asked surprised looking at her up and down, “You’ve changed a lot he said taking off his apron. When he smiled at her showing his perfectly white teeth, something twisted in Trapper, she was her old self again.

“Want to join me?” She asked handing him a plate. The old Trapper, who was getting smaller and smaller, screamed at this brave move. John nodded,

“So you play volleyball right?” He asked taking a bite of pizza. She nodded, “You play on the beach during weekend’s right?” She nodded again, “I’ve seen you out there. You’re wicked good.” She blushed,
“Well I wish I could say the same thing about you and lacrosse, but I’ve never really seen you play.” The old Trapper, who was now the size of a pea, keeled over and died at what she just said. John grinned,

“Yeah, guess we’ll have to change that wont we?” She raised an eyebrow at him, “I play summer league down on 5th street with the guys. You should stop by tomorrow and watch.” She grinned at him,

“Only if you come and watch me on Saturday.” He choked on his pizza and the old Trapper grew an inch again,

“Are you joking miss you play?! I’ve watched you run around in that nice bathing suit of yours sense the beginning of summer.” The old Trapper disappeared and the new was gave him a sly smile,

“Maybe I’ll wear it for you tomorrow.” She said in a low voice. He smirked at her and got up and sat down next to her. He inched closer and took her hand in his and lightly put it on the growing bulge in his pants. Inwardly Trapper gasped, but outwardly Trapper gave him a light squeeze, causing him to moan, and then retracted her hand and stood up, leaving the money on the table and a very big tip, “See you tomorrow.” She whispered in his ear and walked away with a little extra sway in her step. Her stared after her and lightly petted himself,

“Tomorrow.” He repeated-

“Johnny boy!” Danny called from the table a couple away from where John was. John grinned and walked over thinking of dead puppies and the like. “Who was that?” Danny asked once the whore freshmen had left.

“That, boys, was Trapper Smith.” Kevin dropped the pizza in his hand,

“Whoa…back up…scared acne volleyball Trapper Smith?” Kevin asked. John grinned,

“More like hot sexy volleyball bathing suit Trapper Smith.” Danny nodded in approval, “She’s coming to our game tomorrow.” John said to Danny. Danny smirked,

“Are you ‘hanging out’ afterwards?” John smirked back and stuffed another pizza in his mouth.

Trapper turned the corner and leaned against the wall breathing very deeply. Too many things had happened in less then twenty four hours. Her thoughts of John had caused her to blush and she was just about to feel if she was really what Sara had described it as “wet.” When so called person turned the corner and gapped at her. Trapper looked at her, “What?” Trapper asked at the shocked looking girl in front of her,

“You and John LEFTY?!” Sara screamed his last name. Trapper put her hand over Sara’s mouth and nodded. Sara squealed underneath Trapper’s hand

“How did you find out?” Trapper asked letting her hand fall to her side,

“Him, Danny, and Kevin where talking about it. Oh my God, are you finally going to one of the lacrosse games?” Trapper nodded causing Sara to squeal again, “What are you going to wear?” Sara asked,

“My bathing suit and a pair of shorts.” Sara giggled,

“You’re a whore.”

“What?! He said he liked me in my bathing suit.”

“Every straight man likes you in your bathing suit.” Trapper was about to say not true because David had said she looked great…but decided against it.

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I promise next chapter has so much more entertaining stuff…I promise.