Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Scarlett Vox was an impulsive being, driven by boredom and pity she decided she needed to help Harvey Wright. Scarlett witnessed the mockery he suffered, nothing compared to hers, yet, still tremendously sad. However, the conceited ass didn't seem to take her seriously, as he was almost dissected with laughter.

"You want to help me be a sex god?" He wiped the corner of his thin eye, still spurting out small threads of laughter.

Scarlett scowled, her blood boiling. "I know it sounds ridiculous, but I just want to help you out. I see the way people treat you. It's sad to watch really."

Harvey scoffed, "I didn't ask for your help."

"Do you want to be known as Harvey Wright the prude prince for the rest of high school?"

"No."

"Then you need my help," Scarlett said.

Harvey scanned the small corners of the janitor's closet, seemingly deep in thought. He would never understand the sexual appeal of the confined space. Who would've thought a cluster of unnecessary supplies, a colony of cobwebs and soulless cement walls, could set the mood.

"So?" Scarlett asked which relieved him of his wandering thoughts.

"What do you get out of this?" he questioned, folding his arms.

"Nothing actually."

"A liar and a slut, typical," Harvey mumbled unconsciously.

Scarlett maintained her usual smile, attempting to seem unaffected by his choice of words. "I'm not lying you asshole, do you want my help or not?"

"Fine, but it's going to take a lot of work to make me into whatever you're thinking of making into."

"I know that prude," Scarlett rolled her eyes.

"Oh my gosh, I can't wait to be popular and accepted," Harvey chirped like a stereotypical cheerleader, sarcasm pooling down his face.

Scarlett fought a smile, "Sarcastic and a loser, typical."

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книга «A Slut's Guide To Intimacy».
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