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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Britney could just kill that bitch of a so-called friend named Soonie. Was the girl absolutely bonkers? That bet she made with the was going to be the end of her reputation as the good girl, the one who didn't make bets with football players that allowed them to do whatever they felt like after they won. She knew that the only thing that ran through teenage boy's minds was sex, especially when they got to do whatever they wanted with three hot cheerleaders. Now nothing was confirmed with the bet, no one had actually even mentioned the word sex, well at least not to Britney they hadn't. The girl wasn't stupid though, she knew what was going to happen, or at least she was pretty sure. Either they were going to get fucked or they would have to be involved in some childish prank the football players did every year. To be honest, she'd much rather have sex with them than be involved in that stupid crap. <br/>
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She strolled nervously down the hall, her breaths coming in short and her bottom lip practically bruised from how hard she was biting on it. Normally she would be twirling her dirty blond hair between her fingers, laughing and flirting with a cute guy near his locker, but not today, not when she knew that her reputation was at stake. Britney wasn't exactly a saint, not by any means, but she didn't have sex unless she was dating the person she was going to have sex with, it was just something her mother taught her. Her mother always said "if you're not dating the man, you're a whore." Britney would take that piece of information to the grave. <br/>
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She walked into Economics class with a scowl on her face as she stared at Sonnie, dropping her books on her desk and crossing one leg over another, her shorts barely covering her upper thighs. Accompanying the shorts was a skintight t-shirt that had a pricey label written right across her breasts and a pair of black flip flops. "<b>I could just slap you silly, Sonnie.</b>" She whispered to the girl, crossing her arms over her chest. "<b>I still can't believe you made this stupid bet with the football players. You know what they want if they win, I even told you what they would want.</b>" Her voice seemed to continuously grow in volume. "<b>They're practically undefeated, we're fucked, literally.</b>" She rolled her light blue eyes and played with her chest length hair nervously. It was obvious that Britney shared Masako's feelings on this whole bet and was not too pleased with the whole ordeal. <br/>
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