"Can you believe that bitch actually had the balls to call me a slut?" Julie crowed into the phone. She was lying on her bed, wearing warm ups and a large T shirt, and looking spectacular. Of course, she would look amazing wearing a brown paper bag.
"What a whore," came Tom's reply from the other end of the line.
"I know, that fucking bitch has had more pork in her than a fucking pig pen." Tom and Julie both busted up laughing at that. Julie, still giggling, continued, "I'm serious, that dumb cunt has her legs like permanently spread. Her twat is like the grand canyon."
"Ay Julie," Tom said, chuckling.
"You hafta be careful around her or you might fall in."
"But you haven't lost your virginity, right Julie?"
"Fuck no, it's right where it's always been. This bitch is just mad cuz her horny boyfriend can't keep his eyes off me. I don't even want him, she can have his dumb ass."
"That's my girl."
"You know I'm saving myself for you," Julie said teasingly.
"Don't fuck with me, Julie. I'll come over there and pork you right now."
Julie giggled playfully. "Oh Tom," she cooed. "So what's new for you?"
"Not much, still up to no good."
"You got a girlfriend yet?"
"Fuck no, you're the only girl that can stand me. What's Debbie up to, by the way?"
Julie rolled her eyes and smiled, "Debbie, ay Tom you need to get over that shit already. She's still with Adrian."
"Adrian's an asshole. He treats her like shit."
"She puts up with it."
"She deserves better," Tom muttered dismissively. Then, switching subjects, "How's your algebra going?"
"It's going better. I had some questions on some shit Ramirez was talking about the other day, though. Are you coming over tomorrow?"
"Yeah, we'll kick it. I'll break it down for you. I gotta go Julie. Business 'n' shit. But I'll see you tomorrow, a'ite?"
"Cool, nos vemos mi amor. Take care Tom."
"Yeah, take it easy."
Julie hung up the phone with a smile. She always felt better after talking to Tom. He was the only real friend she had. Sure, there were plenty of posers at school for her to have fun with, but they weren't real. The guys all just wanted to get in her pants, and most of the girls were either jealous haters or guy crazy sluts with whom she had nothing in common. They only kissed her ass because if they hung around with her they had a shot at talking to one of the popular guys. But she knew Tom had her back, no matter what.
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