F#ckGirl (F#ckGirl #1) (2 page)

He gave her a cold, hard
stare. “Look, Felicity. I’m giving you your last warning.
Stop being a fuck girl.
It’s not cute, it’s not classy, and it’s not sexy. You have
fast earned a rep of this shit and I’m tired of being associated
with it and constantly defending you over it.”

“Did I tell you to defend me?”

“And what kind of a boyfriend would I be if
I didn’t, huh?”

She stared coldly at him.

He sighed as he shook his head. “You know,
I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t, Felicity, and I’m sick of
it. I’m tired of my friends and teammates talking about me behind
my back about how much of a fuck-girl slut of a girlfriend that I
have, and you know what? They’re right. Until you can show me that
you can be a decent woman and not some little fuck girl playing
games with me and with other people, it’s over between us.”

She continued to stare at
him. “Then it’s over. Whatever,” she said, and then walked off to
her first-period class as Sloan continued to stare at her like he
couldn’t believe that she had absolutely no feelings whatsoever
that he had just ended their ten-month relationship. She
immediately got on her phone and took another selfie before she
walked into class and posted a comment saying
It’s a great day 2 day already!

Chapter 3

“O
h, my God, Felicity! How come you didn’t tell me that Sloan
broke up with you this morning
before
first-period?! Why did I have
to hear it
during
my first-period class?” Erin asked, as she and Felicity sat
eating lunch in a fast-food restaurant during their lunch
period.

“Because it’s no big deal to me. I told you
I don’t need a boyfriend. He probably thinks I’m somewhere crying
on your shoulder about him breaking up with me. He’ll be asking me
to take him back before this week is over with. He just can’t
handle someone like me so he let me go so I can find someone that
can,” Felicity replied, and then ate some of her fries.

“Did he say that?”

“No, he didn’t say that. I just know,”
Felicity replied with certainty.

But Erin looked skeptical.
“But don’t you feel just a
little
upset, though? Sloan is a good guy.”

“No. I don’t feel upset at all. And he’s not
a good guy, Erin. He accused me of being a fuck girl just because
he can’t deal with the fact that I like to have fun and love
attention — what girl my age doesn’t? He’s too fuckin’ serious
about shit; he needs to loosen up.”

And you need to tighten up
your legs amongst a lot of other things,
Erin thought. “Why wouldn’t he be serious about things,
Felicity? He knows that not everything is fun and games, and I
think that’s a good thing. One day, we’re all gonna have to grow up
and face the not-so-fun times way more than the fun times. We can’t
live our lives just striving for fun and attention all of the time
because that can only go so far.”

“It can go as far as
someone would want it to go,” Felicity said. “I’m living in the
moment
now
. I’m
not thinking about even a year from now.
This is the time
to have
fun
.
This is the
time
to want attention. Why the hell would
I wait until I’m too old to have fun and get attention? Let’s face
it, I’m not gonna look like this twenty, thirty years from now so I
wanna take advantage of how it is for me
right now
.”

“I can understand that, Felicity, but it’s
the way you go about it.”

“And what way is that?”

“Your need for attention and having fun is
bringing more negativity to it than anything, you have to admit
that.”

Felicity glared at her as she sipped her
soda; she put it down. “And how is it negative, Erin?”

“It’s negative because you wanna have fun at
other people’s expense. You like to flirt with guys who have
girlfriends, and love it when these girls get mad. You want this
attention from these guys and they think that you really like them
and they wanna get to know you more, but then you tell them that
you have a boyfriend so that’s not possible.”

“Well, it is now. But there’s no way I want
a boyfriend anymore. Like I told you earlier, I can take them or
leave them.”

“But he left you, Felicity, you didn’t leave
him,” Erin reminded her.

“I know that, Erin!” Felicity replied with
anger.

Erin sighed. “Look, I’m not trying to make
you mad; I’m just concerned about the way you’re always fucking
with people and their feelings, that’s all.”

“I’m not fucking with anyone’s feelings,
Erin!”

“Then why did Sloan break up with you? You
don’t think it had something to do with his feelings about you now
and how you’ve treated him and other people?”

“Look! I don’t wanna talk about Sloan or his
feelings or my feelings or how I’ve treated people, okay?! Who the
hell are you trying to be? A psychologist? Damn! Just stay out of
my business, okay?!”

Erin stared at her. “I’m just trying to help
you, Felicity. I can see that you don’t give a damn that Sloan
broke up with you, and that concerns me.”

“Just how the fuck does it
concern
you
?
I don’t care
that he broke up with me, but I’ll tell you one thing, he’s
gonna regret that he did!”

“How so?”

Felicity paused. “He just will, okay? That’s
all you need to know. Come on, we need to get back to school.”

“Damn, baby! You look and feel fuckin’ good
ridin’ me!” Allen said, as Felicity got all that she could get out
of him as he gave her a little post-breakup therapy at his house
after school. “Can I take a picture or video of you ridin’ me right
now and put it up on my social media pages?”

“Sure!” she replied with a big smile.

He looked shocked! “I was kidding,
Felicity.”

“Well, I wasn’t! I want Sloan and everyone
else to see that I don’t give a fuck about our breakup!”

He continued to stare at her in shock. “I
don’t want Jackie to see it.”

“Well, I do! I don’t like her, you know
that. If she took care of you like the way she should then I
wouldn’t be doing it for her right now.”

“She takes care of me just fine,” he
replied. He shook his head and refused to say anything else.

After they both satisfied themselves, she
got off of him and laid down next to him.

“So, you got more than just a pinch of my
ass, huh?”

He laughed hard! “Hell yeah, I did! But why
did you wanna do this so soon? I mean, you and Sloan haven’t even
been broken up for twenty-four hours yet.”

“Doesn’t matter. We’re not together anymore.
I have no feelings for him whatsoever, so whatever,” she
replied.

He grinned. “I heard he broke up with you
minutes after I pinched your butt. Did he see me do it or
something?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care. I hope he
did, actually, but I don’t think he did because he would’ve said
something to me about it and would’ve confronted you.”

“Well, I couldn’t blame him if he did. He’s
a good guy.”

“Why is everyone saying
that? He’s
not
a
good guy! He broke up with
me
!”

“So him breaking up with you is the sole
reason why you think he’s not a good guy?”

“Yeah!” she replied with anger.

He grinned. “Well, I still think he’s a good
guy, but he doesn’t have to know about us getting together like
this.”

She looked at him. “And why not? I want him
to know!”

He sighed. “C’mon, Felicity. Now that’s just
starting shit. I was wrong to pinch your butt knowing that you two
were together and I admit that. But even though you two are not
together anymore, he doesn’t have to know that we had sex after
school on the day that the two of you broke up. How is that gonna
make you look?”

“Like I’m over him because I am,” she
replied.

He looked at her. “Now I don’t believe
you’re over him this fast. If you are, you seem to have not cared
about him that much to begin with.”

“I didn’t,” she replied.

“Damn! That’s pretty fucked up, Felicity. I
heard you call him your bae a lot.”

“Yeah, and a lot of people say shit that
they don’t mean.”

“Yeah, you’re right, they do. But anyway, we
should just keep this to ourselves just out of respect for him,
okay?”

“Respect for
him
? What about
me
?”

“Well, you proved to me that you don’t care
about whether you’re respected or not. And you having sex with me
after school on the day your boyfriend broke up with you pretty
much speaks about your true character, Felicity.”

She jumped up out of his
bed! “What the fuck are you saying, Allen?! You have some nerve on
you, especially since you’re with Jackie! I’m not with Sloan
anymore! You’re the one who texted
me
wanting
me
to come over here to have sex with
you,
not
the other
way around!”

“You could’ve said no,” he replied, as he
still laid in bed. “And leave Jackie out of this if you know what’s
good for you.”

“Don’t threaten me, Allen!” she warned.

“Don’t threaten me!” he said. He got out of
bed. “I gotta go to the bathroom. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
He shook his head. “Me, me, me,” he said as he walked towards the
door, obviously mocking her.

“Fuck you!” she mumbled, as
he left the room. Suddenly, she looked to her left and saw a
graphic T-shirt that she’d seen him wear a lot to school hanging
out of one of the drawers, and coincidentally, the one that he’d
worn today. She got up and snatched the T-shirt, quickly put it on,
jumped back in bed, fixed her hair and makeup, and took a selfie of
her wearing this T-shirt. She included
#iloveboys
since she was no longer
with Sloan, along with all of her standard-written hashtags. She
posted the pic and quickly took off the T-shirt, put back on her
own clothes and shoes, got her bag, and left his house without
telling him that she was leaving.

She laughed as she drove
home to all of the questions and comments that completely flooded
the comment sections on all of her social media pages.
Whose bed R U in?
was the
top question, and many immediately had the answer —
That’s Allen’s bed!!
or
I hope that’s not Al’s bed!
followed by the most common hashtags,
#youreintroublebro #wherewasjackie
. . .
and she laughed
through it all. “That’ll teach him for thinking that he can
disrespect me! He means as much to me as I mean to him! HA! Fuck
him
and
Jackie!”

Several minutes later,
Felicity arrived at home to find
Jackie
and three of her friends standing at her front
door
! “Oh, shit!” she said, trying not to
panic. Since Jackie and her friends hadn’t seen her drive up to the
house because they were all staring at the front door waiting for
it to open, she slowly turned down another street and waited until
they left since she knew that neither one of her parents were home
or her younger brother and sister who were twins. She pulled into a
random driveway and called Taylor, a boy who lived across the
street from her but didn’t attend the same school as her since he
went to a private all-boys school. “Hey, Tay. This is—”

“I know this is Felicity. Looks like you’ve
got some company at your front door,” Taylor replied, as he looked
out his bedroom window while sitting at his desk doing homework. He
had a perfect view of the front door of her home, as well as a
perfect view of her bedroom window . . . and she knew that.

“I do?” she asked, pretending that she
didn’t know.

“Yeah, you do. Jackie is on her phone right
now cussing someone out. I don’t even have my window open and I can
hear her saying that she’s gonna kick your ass when you open the
door, Felicity. Are you at home right now?”

“No, I’m not. I’m over at Erin’s,” she
lied.

“Well, judging by what’s going on outside of
your front door, do you mind telling me what it is that you did?”
he asked.

“What
? What are you talking about, Tay? You know me. I haven’t done
anything to anyone,” she pleaded.

Taylor grinned. “C’mon, Felicity. I follow
you on all of the social media sites so I’ve seen your latest
selfie up in Allen’s bedroom wearing one of his T-shirt’s. I don’t
even go to the same school as you all but I follow him also and
seen him in that T-shirt a million times. It’s clear you’re trying
to get back at Sloan for breaking up with you today because he
posted it on social media that he’s single again.”

Felicity sighed. “Look, I don’t wanna talk
about Sloan, okay? And I wasn’t trying to get back at him for
breaking up with me today,” she lied. “And how are you so sure
that’s Allen’s room and his T-shirt? That happens to be a guy that
you don’t know that goes to a different school than me, and you,
too, so let’s just leave it at that. He just happens to have the
same T-shirt as Allen; a lot guys have that shirt. I don’t know why
Jackie thinks that I’m in Allen’s bedroom on that picture. She’s
just an ugly, jealous, insecure bitch that needs to get a damn life
and stop depending on a guy for her self-worth. I don’t want Allen;
I don’t want any guy.”