F#ckGirl (F#ckGirl #1)

by Sheila Michelle

  “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.”

  Taylor sighed with a slight grin. “Okay, Felicity.” He still didn’t believe that it was not Allen’s bedroom that she was in.

  “Um . . . so, are they gone?” she asked.

  “No, they’re still here. They’re all looking in different directions,” he said. He noticed how they all talked in a group for a second, and then began walking towards Jackie’s car as Jackie held her phone to her ear. “Okay, they’re leaving now. I’m watching them all get in the car . . . okay, they’re gone.” He watched as Jackie drove fast down the street and then sharply turned a corner and was out of sight.

  “Thanks. I was just wondering. Well, I’ll be home in a bit so I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Okay, Felicity. Bye now.”

  “Bye,” she said, and hung up. She grinned. “Whew! That was close! That bitch wasn’t gonna do anything anyway! She better be lucky that I wasn’t there because if there’s one thing that she needs to know and that any girl needs to know is that you never go to anyone’s house trying to start shit because that’s the quickest way to get your ass beat!” She pulled out of the random driveway that she was in and finally went home.

  Chapter 4

  “Yeah,
the picture already has over twenty-five hundred likes on one of my pages!” Felicity boasted to Erin on the phone, as she talked to her after dinner.

  “And that’s something that you should be so proud of?” Erin asked.

  “Why not? Allen hasn’t said shit about the picture because he knows that it can be anyone’s room and anyone’s T-shirt that I’m wearing.”

  “Well, he hasn’t said anything because he knows that it is his room, it is his bed, and it is his T-shirt that you have on. It’s obvious that Jackie meant fuckin’ business with you this afternoon by showing up at your front door with her friends, Felicity. That scares me.”

  Felicity sighed. “Oh, please, Erin. Why are you letting it scare you? She showed up at my house, not yours. Tay called me and told me that she and her friends were at my front door, but by the time I got home, they were gone,” she lied, trying to twist the story.

  “Well, what if they show up again?”

  “If she knows what’s good for her, she won’t; her or her friends. She didn’t have any proof that I was in her boyfriend’s bed wearing his T-shirt so that’s why they left. And if she was a woman, she would come all by herself and talk to me about it instead of bringing all of her friends. That’s that pussy-ass shit to bring all of your friends to someone’s house. And I guess if I was home and talked to her and she would’ve tried to fight me, she would’ve gotten her ass beat because I have home field advantage because you should never come to someone’s house trying to start a fight because you will get your ass beat if you do.”

  “But having home field advantage — like how you say — isn’t always to your advantage, Felicity. I heard a lot of girls and guys got their asses beat by people who came to their house to confront them about something and the person who got their ass beat was the one causing all of the fuckery that was going on, so they got what they deserved. Oh, and if you need proof, you can look it up on all social media for videos of it.”

  “Well, I’m not causing anything. Jackie and her toadies better not step foot on my property again or else I’m calling the cops!” Felicity assured her.

  “Let’s hope they don’t.”

  There was a knock on Felicity’s door. “COME IN!” she yelled.

  Her parents walked in.

  “We need to talk to you,” Todd said.

  “I’m on the phone, Dad,” Felicity said.

  “Hang up right now or I’ll tell whoever you’re talking to what we wanna talk to you about,” Todd warned.

  Felicity looked at her parents and could see how serious they were. “Erin, I gotta go. Talk to you tomorrow.” She hung up. “So, what’s up?”

  Catherine closed the door to Felicity’s room. “Honey, I just received a disturbing pic through my work e-mail.” She gave Felicity her phone.

  Felicity took her phone and looked at the picture. She shrugged. “What’s so disturbing about this?” she asked. She was reacting to a picture of Jackie and her friends standing outside of the front door of their home!

  “Who was this angry mob standing outside of our front door wanting to talk to you? Because from the comments and looks on these girls’ faces, they look like they wanted to talk to you about something pretty personal. Didn’t we just talk about this this morning?” Todd asked.

  “Yeah, and I told you both not to worry about it. That’s just some girl who thinks that every girl wants her boyfriend, that’s all,” Felicity replied.

  “Have you been screwing her boyfriend?” Todd asked.

  Catherine looked at her.

  “Hell naw! He’s not even my type, it’s more like the other way around!” Felicity lied. “He’s always talking on social media about what he wants to do with my butt — he’s nasty, so his girlfriend can keep him and all the diseases I’m sure he gives her.”

  Her parents looked at each other.

  “Well, I don’t want to see these girls at this house again trying to start crap with you over something you didn’t do, otherwise, we’re calling their parents,” Todd warned.

  “Hey, fine with me. Maybe someone does need to talk to them,” Felicity replied.

  “We’ll leave you alone now. And you know you’re supposed to be doing your homework instead of being on the phone, by the way,” Catherine said.

  “I’ll get right to it,” Felicity said, and then walked over to her desk and pulled her books out of her bag. She looked out her window and saw Taylor at his desk on his computer. She looked at her parents as they continued to stare at her. “Um, good night.”

  “Good night,” they said, and then left the room and closed the door behind them.

  Felicity got up and went to her bedroom door and locked it. She went back over to her desk and sat down in the chair as she looked out the window again. She didn’t see Taylor sitting at his desk. She got on her phone and called him.

  “Hey, Felicity! What’s up?” Taylor said.

  “Tay! Why the fuck did you take a picture of Jackie and her friends standing outside of the front door of my house and post it on social media? Huh?! My parents were just in my room seconds ago asking me about it!” she said as quietly as she could.

  “I’m sorry, Felicity. I didn’t think it would get to them since you told me that they’re not on any social media. I just wanted you to see proof that they were actually at your house when you called me earlier. I just wanted you to believe me that they were, and the only way you were gonna do that is if I took a picture or video of them being over there.”

  “Then if you wanted to do that then why didn’t you just send the picture directly to me through my e-mail, text, or private messages on one of my social media pages? Why are you trying to start shit? What have I ever done to you?”

  He sighed. “Look, Felicity. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t send that picture directly to your mom, and I didn’t send it directly to Jackie, either. I just sent it to one of my friends at school that you don’t know — just fooling around, you know? I just said to him I hope nothing’s bad over at Felicity’s.”

  She sighed. “Well, Tay, now it’s everywhere! No one had to have proof that they were over here, now it looks like I was with Allen!”

  “Were you?”

  “What?!”

  “C’mon, Felicity, you can tell me. You may have some people fooled about that not being his bedroom and you laying in his bed with his T-shirt on, but you know you can’t fool everyone, and I’m one of those that you can’t.”

  She sighed. “Are you intentionally trying to start shit, Tay?”

  “No. Why would you say that?”

  “Because you would’ve never taken that pic, that’s why I’m saying it!”

  “If you weren’t with Allen then why are you getting so upset about me taking the picture?”

  “I’m not getting upset because I wasn’t with him, so just leave me alone!” she angrily said, and then abruptly hung up on him. She watched him as he walked towards his window while he held his smartphone in his hand, and quickly closed her curtains so she couldn’t see him anymore. “He needs to stop fucking with me. I know he’s doing this because of how bad he’s always wanted me. Fuck boy,” she concluded. She opened one of her books and tried to do her homework.

  Chapter 5

  It was early afternoon the very next day when Erin was knocking on the front door of Felicity’s home. She hadn’t seen or heard from Felicity since last night, and her not showing up at school today had her concerned about her whereabouts since she’d called and texted her numerous times. She had her phone to her ear as she tried to also call her as she knocked and rang the doorbell many times. She then went over to one of the potted plants and looked inside of it for the key to the house — and it was right where Felicity told her it was years ago just in case she couldn’t get in contact with her. She put the key inside the door and unlocked it, and slowly walked inside.

  “Hello? Felicity? Are you here?” she asked. She walked up the stairs to Felicity’s bedroom. She knew that her parents and the tw
ins weren’t here, and she checked inside all of their rooms to make sure. She checked Felicity’s room — she wasn’t in here. Her bed was perfectly made and her room was clean as always since she said that not only do people look at you in the pictures, they’re also looking at your background. She knew by her bed being made that she obviously left for somewhere, but she didn’t show up where she should’ve showed up at . . . school.

  She left Felicity’s bedroom and decided to check all of the rooms once again. She came to one of the bathrooms and opened the door to it to Felicity giving Taylor head! “FELICITY!” she shouted in anger.

  “Erin! Hey!” Felicity said, as she got up off of her knees.

  Erin continued to stare at her in disgust, and then turned her attention to Taylor as he quickly removed a blindfold that was over his eyes and then pulled up his underwear and pants at the same time faster than he removed the blindfold. She continued to stare at him in disgust because he was wearing his dress uniform so it was obvious to her that he just came back from a special event or he was heading to one . . . and maybe this was the event.

  “Hey, Erin,” Taylor said, as he tried not to look embarrassed.

  Erin stared at him. “What’s with the dress uniform? Do you always dress for occasions like these?” she asked.

  “Erin!” Felicity said with a chuckle.

  Taylor grinned. “It’s Founders Day today at my school. I just got back from there since there were no classes today.”

  Felicity grinned at him. “He just decided to come over here and tell me about it.”

  “I bet,” Erin replied, as she stared at him.

  “Well, I better get going. I need to get back to school since there’s a dance in a couple of hours and I agreed to help with getting it set up. See you girls later,” Taylor said.

  Felicity and Erin watched from Felicity’s bedroom as Taylor walked across the street and back into his house.