Melanie is the kind of girl it's ok to objectify. She's a pretty girl, lovely face, dark brown eyes and long flowing dirty blonde hair. She wears the kind of clothing that practically screams, "I'm a peace of meat, use me at your will…" She would commonly wear tight-fitting shirts that would expose the fullness of her chest and little short shorts that would sometimes ride up on her as she walked. Yes, I'd say it's ok to objectify her.

Melanie is also the center of about a dozen rumors at any given time. Every Monday when I come to class, I hear about her latest escapade from the male students in my history class. These rumors are then confirmed by her own lips as she discusses her tale with sincere frankness and the kind of matter-of-fact personality often sought out by TV reporters. I would hear her talk to her girlfriends about her latest partner and she would in turn objectify the guy, often rating him on a scale of one to ten.

I never liked simplistic views of someone. I've always wanted to get to know someone on a more personal level. I wasn't satisfied with the labels that she carried, "slut" and "whore" among others. I knew that there had to be more there, and I was going to find it.

I didn't know exactly how to approach her. I was afraid that she would interpret any advance by a guy of any kind as a sexual one. However, one day after class I got the nerve to walk up to her on the way out and strike up a conversation about the class.

We began to walk together, first we discussed the subject of that day's class. Then we discussed the teacher. Then history in general and the conversation took off. We were both hungry for lunch. We stopped at the cafeteria and ate not only a hearty meal but also a healthy dose of conversation.

Somehow the conversation turned to books. I mentioned Dante's Divine Comedy and she said she had a copy of it. Since I only have a copy of Inferno I was interested in at least seeing the full thing. So, she invited me up to her room and ever the fool I agreed to go.

When safely within the confine of her room she shut the door. She then admitted to having lied to me. Somehow I wasn't genuinely shocked. I asked her what she wanted. She wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. She stepped back and said, "that".

It took a second for the sensation to sink in. I was dumbfounded, all I could say was, "I see…"

She walked up close to me and once again pressed her lips against mine. She wrapped her arms around my waist and I followed. No longer was the kiss one-sided. We laid out on her bed still in this embrace. I felt her hand slide down my chest and onto my stomach, but I leapt up.

I stood over the bed with a look on my face I'm sure can't be pictured. This was every male's dream, to make love to a beautiful woman. But something wasn't right. Something wasn't sitting well with me.

She asked what was wrong. I had no answer. I just stood there, looking at her. I said, "I can't do this, I'm sorry. You just aren't my type. I just wanted to know you as a friend."

Her face dropped and a tear formed in her eye. She said, "Do you think it's easy to be me?" She lost her composure and began to cry openly, "I don't want to be used like this, but it's the only way I can make friends. It's the only way I know how to be."

This weighed heavily on my heart. I was torn. "I think you're a very attractive girl, but I want to know you as a human being first," were the only words I could form.

She didn't answer me, she just kept sobbing. Between a few of the sobs I think I heard her say, "I don't know if I am human anymore…"

I let myself out of her room and the building. I walked to my room, laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling.

It was a few days before I had to go back to that history class. The rumor mill was still churning when I got back and a few were about me, but not many. Since she wouldn't confirm them, there wasn't much support for them.

However, one of the male students walked up to me and asked, "What do you know about that girl Melanie?"

"All that I know, is that she's a slut," I said.

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13 Responses to Melanie

  1. midnights_enemy says:

    Odd ending, but true.

  2. Christy says:

    Like you said….you can't just say that someone is a slut. you did not know her backround story. you don't know if her dad hit her and the only way she felt love was from fucking guys. you don't know shit. thats really low of you. god…..i could relate to her story. and if you knew half the shit I go throw….damn…you could never understand.

  3. Kami says:

    i thought the story was great. it really makes you think, highschool is actually like that, rumors, that girl Melanie, all she wanted was a friend and she felt that the only way to get them was to have sex with guys, she felt that if she did that she would have friends, or comfort for even just a little while. what i dont understand is why after seeing Melanie that day why he confirmed that she was a slut, after hearing what she said. anyway, it was a great story Raven, keep up the good work.

  4. Navaeh says:

    Very true. High school is just like that. You're with a guy on Saturday and before you get a chance to tell your best friend, the whole school knows it on Monday morning…It's all part of life I guess…Keep up the good writing.

  5. Irene says:

    i think melanie broke up too quickly, i mean, he said no and then she just started crying and bearing her soul. it was unreal but at the ending, i wondered why he said she was a slut. what was wrong with him? i mean, i thought he wanted to know her in a deeper level and then this whole story flipps around.

  6. moogs says:

    i get it. he wanted to find out who she really was. and once he tried to do that, he realized that there wasnt anything real left to her.
    good story.

  7. Sean says:

    At the end, when he deems her a slut, it's because that is ALL he knew. He even says "All I know, is that she's a slut".

  8. N!col3 says:

    i liked the story… i thought it was pretty good. but yeah he should've got to know her better.

  9. Cat says:

    well… i think you're a great writer, but i think that the guy could have given her another chance at least. People can change.

  10.!! says:

    uhmm.actually i like the beginning of the story yet i am confused about what the guy said..he's a liar actually because i thought he wanted to know melanie on a deeper level and i think it means he wouldn't easily believe on what other people say and when the "room" incident occured after that he said she was a slut..thats mean..
    he should have comforted mealnie and not say bad things at her back..but i like the story anyway..keep up the good work!!

  11. Isis says:

    ok ok i don't know why but when i got to the ending of this story i laughed so hard but i actually did expect this ending because if ya look back you would see that she lied about having read some book just to get the guy into her room to get into his pants but why did she have to do that when she and the guy was allready having a great conversation and wouldnt that be obvious that by then they were actually considered "friends"? and by the way SHE DID SAY THAT THAT'S WHAT SHE WANTED! so the ending was perfect "All that i know is that she is a slut". lol ahahhahaha lovely Raven lovely keep it

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