The DUFF

Wesley POV

I'm the popular guy of the school. I get what I want and who I want. I don't chase girls, girls chase me. My life is pretty good, except for one thing. My family. It's broken, my parents are hardly ever home, actually more like never, and my sister stays with my grandma all the time. My grandma doesn't like me, she disagrees with my lifestyle. If you ask her what exactly me "lifestyle" is she would be pretty harsh. She thinks I'm a man whore. And I mean maybe i am, but the girls are better than being alone in the mansion of a house I live in. It's more like a jail than a home.

I go to highschool, and play football. It's all fun and games all the time. Even with my lifestyle I get good grades and do fine in school, even if I help myself along by a little side action with the women staff.

The way I see it high school is a group of smaller groups. In each of these groups there is the DUFF. The designated ugly fat friend. I find that the hotter girls of the group love it when a guy shows compassion towards the duff. That's how I find myself with a stained shirt and sticky hair

It was nine on a Friday and I was at the nest. I was standing off to the side watching to see who I would be leaving with tonight. That's when I spotted Jess, and Casey, the two hottest bitches from school. Next I saw them go talk to their duff Bianca. I waited my turn and when the coast was clear I went to talk to the duff, just hoping to speed along the process.

When I got their she didn't seem to notice me so I started the conversation.

"Hey there."

She turned, but unlike the usual swooning smile, I received a scowl and growled out response,

"What do you want?"

Woah, finally a girl who can stand up to my smooth talking and handsome looks. As the conversation continued she got quite defensive about being called the duff. I guess it's not the nicest comment, but come on, it's not that bad. I try explaining that you don't have to be ugly to be the duff just in comparison to your friends.

"The point is, scientists have proven that every group of friends has a weak link, a Duff. And girls respond well to guys who associate with their Duffs."

She didn't take that comment lightly. Next thing I knew I had cherry cola all over my white polo and curly hair.

" What was that for?" I huffed.

She replied with a sharp "what do you think? And if you think I'm letting one of my friends leave this place with you, Wesley, you're very, very wrong," She practically spat. "You're a disgusting, shallow, womanizing jackass, and I hope that soda stains your preppy little shirt." Just before she marched away, she looked over her shoulder and added, "My name isn't Duffy. It's Bianca. We've been in the same homeroom since middle school, you self-absorbed son of a bitch." Then ran off collecting her friends on her way out.

She was right I was a son of a bitch, and I was pretty shallow if she wanted to look at it that way. But honestly I didn't really care, my parents are loaded so I can get a new shirt any day. And I would never admit this but it was kind of hot how she got all feisty.

After leaving The Nest I went home and took a shower, then I went out and saw a little freshman from school. She practically jumped on me. Needless to say I got laid tonight. Sadly she wasn't very good, so to make it more exciting I imagined Jess, Duffy's friend was there too. Did I mention how hot she was? Super, super hot. But even as that happened Duffy slipped into my mind, the expression that was pretty steamy earlier. Blinking her out of my mind I took another shower after sending the girl home.

After all was done and ready, I stripped to boxers and my favorite t-shirt to check my emails. When something caught my eye. It was from my dad, it read,

Hi,

We are currently headed to Malibu to check out a new investment offer in a cottage/mansion down there. Hope you're behaving well, and doing well in school. We might not be back for a while.

Love mom, and pop.

Go figure.

I finished the night with some video games and then went to bed. Purposely neglecting to do my homework. School on Monday was going to be fun.