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I came to Dartmouth College not knowing anyone. The Taylors were Dartmouth royalty. Daniel Taylor was only a sophomore and he was already a legend. He had already fucked more than 75 percent of the girls on campus. He was an asshole. He only cared about his boys Garret, David, and Tyler and his sister Margot. All of them were gorgeous but all of them were sluts too. The best mistake I ever made? I was a virgin. How ironic fate can be some times.

I'm hot. I'm not being cocky about it. I'm well aware of the fact that almost every guy who sees me wants to fuck me. It's not something I'm proud of. I take pride in going to college as a virgin. As I sat on the bus from Grand Central Station to Hanover, I could only hope that I didn't get a creepy roommate.

After a 7-hour bus ride, I finally reached my dorm. The sign read "Emma Granda, Margot Taylor." I silently prayed that Margot wouldn't be an uptight bitch. I opened the door to see the person I would be spending the next 4 years with.

As the door opened, the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen was sitting on the bed on the right side of the room. She had no make up on, her long blonde hair was out like a messy mane. She was wearing sweat pants and a hoodie and yet she looked perfect.

"You must be Emma," she said.

"What tipped you off" I said casually.

She quirked an eyebrow and spared me a smile. "Look, I'm not into the whole drama and gossip thing, so as long you're chill we'll get along fine" she started.

"I couldn't agree more. Are you big on smoking? I kind of really need a cigarette right now" I said.

"Not at all. Would you pass me one" she asked. And so my first night began and I learned a lot about Margot.

Her older brother was currently a sophomore at Dartmouth. Margot described him as the biggest slut to exist. She admitted she herself was a slut. "I like sex at the end of the day. Sue me. This is why I don't have girlfriends. Girls are bitches to other girls who aren't prudes. I like to do my own thing, fuck the haters. You know what I mean?"

I told her I didn't. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"I'm a virgin, so I don't know about the liking sex part, but no I don't hate on girls who like it. It's your life do what you want with it" I said.

"Wait what! You're a virgin? You're hot. I'm not a lesbian, but I would do you in an instant if I were a guy" she went on.

"I get that a lot, but yeah I'm a virgin and I don't really plan on losing it any time soon" I said.

"Wow props to you for holding on to that v card for so long" she said. She then continued to tell me her story. She was from a family of seven siblings in Atlanta, Georgia. She was closest with her older brother. She didn't do boyfriends at all, but she had sex just as often as she went to sleep. She was expecting to be really popular here because of her brother. "Girls are definitely going to try to kiss up to me in hopes of talking to my brother. It's kind of useless though, he doesn't do girlfriends" she said laughing. "Anyways what's your story Granda?" and so I began.

"I'm from NYC. My parents are dead. I live with my foster mom who doesn't really give a shit about me. I don't really have many close friends. I've never had a boyfriend. I don't know anyone here at Dartmouth, so I don't expect to be popular. I love to party. At the end of the night I just want to be royally fucked up. That's really all that I give a shit about at the end of the day. I can't deal with the girl drama or gossip. Yeah that's basically my life story" I concluded.

"Wow it seems like we'll get along fine. I've already got invited to a party tomorrow night. Do you want to come with?" she asked. "Sure" I said. With that note Margot and I fell asleep for the rest of the night.

The next day Margot and I left for the party and ended up at this really sketchy house. "Are you ready to get monumentally fucked up?" she asked. "Fuck yes" I responded. We entered the house.

Within minutes of dancing Margot ended up heading upstairs with some guy. I shook my head laughing and went to go sit at a table to do shots.

I sat down drinking and watching couples grind on the dance floor. "How many drinks is it going to take for you to sleep with me?" I heard a voice.

I turned my head to see the hottest guy I've ever seen staring at me with a smirk.