F#ckGirl (F#ckGirl #1)

by Sheila Michelle

  Carson grinned. “Bye, Erin.”

  “Bye, Carson,” Erin said with a grin.

  Felicity watched Carson as he left and disappeared into the crowd. “Asshole!”

  Erin shook her head. “And why is he an asshole now? You said that he was the nicest guy.”

  “Because he just is. And I’ve never said that any guy is the nicest guy because the majority of them are assholes!”

  “Just like how they think that the majority of us are bitches, right?”

  “Right!”

  They laughed, but Erin knew the real reason why Felicity thought Carson was all of the sudden an asshole. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she told her.

  “Okay,” Felicity replied, as she watched again as Stacia walked passed her, and then met Jay out on the dance floor. They were now dancing to an upbeat-tempo song. She looked back and saw that Stacia’s purse was still sitting on the table. She picked up her drink that Carson had given her that she still hadn’t taken one sip out of, and went over to Stacia’s table where no one was sitting at. There were two other purses sitting on the table, but she knew that this was Stacia’s since she personally saw her pick it up and take her makeup out of it. She looked down at her purse and noticed that it was wide open! She saw a very expensive luxury lipstick sticking out of the top, looked all around her to make sure no one was watching, and then quickly grabbed it. She looked around once more and then poured her whole drink into the purse, ruining everything inside of it! She then took the top off of the lipstick, and marked up the beautiful white lambskin bag with it! She put the lipstick in her pocket since she thought it was beautiful, and had always wanted a lipstick like this. She went back over to her table and waited for Erin to get back to the table.

  Erin made her way back over to the table. “What is it?” she asked, since Felicity was standing up with her purse on her shoulder.

  “I don’t wanna stay here anymore, let’s go,” Felicity replied.

  Erin looked at her like she couldn’t believe what she was saying. “You’re kidding, right? I mean, we never leave this early; we’re usually here until it closes.”

  Felicity noticed how Stacia and Jay were headed back over to her table as she laughed and smiled at him. She shook her head. “Okay, we can stay for a few more minutes,” she said, and watched with a wicked grin as Stacia and Jay continued to walk to her table.

  Once they approached it, Stacia picked up her bag and dug into it; she shrieked! “What the f—”

  “What’s wrong?” Jay asked, as he wiped sweat off of his forehead with a napkin.

  “My bag! It’s all wet inside! I know I didn’t spill my drink in it! And I don’t carry anything that could spill in it and make it wet like this! It’s totally flooded with a soda or something! What the hell?” Stacia said, as she looked very upset. She turned around the bag and gasped in horror at the red marks all over the back of it! “Who the hell did this to my bag? Who?! This was intentionally done! What the hell! Jay, are you sure you’re not seeing anyone?!”

  “No, baby, I’m not! I don’t have a girlfriend, I swear I don’t!” Jay replied, and he was telling the truth.

  Stacia started to cry. “This bag was a gift from my parents for my sweet sixteen. I only carry it a few times a year,” she sobbed. “How could someone do this?! They don’t even know me! How hateful and disgusting! It’s ruined! My beautiful bag is ruined!” she sobbed.

  Jay tried to console her as he looked around the club. He locked eyes with Felicity. “Excuse me,” he said to Stacia. She nodded as she sobbed and stared at her ruined bag. He walked right over to Felicity as she continued to stare at him. He approached her. “Did you do that to Stacia’s bag?”

  “So that’s her name,” Felicity said with a smirk.

  “You didn’t answer my question!” Jay angrily yelled.

  “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!” Felicity yelled back.

  “Wait! What happened?” Erin asked Jay.

  “Stacia’s bag is all fucked up. It looks like a whole drink was poured into it because it’s all wet on the inside and smeared on the outside with red lipstick. And it’s obvious that a bitch did it because she’s been gettin’ hated on a lot by a lot of bitches in here tonight since this is her first time coming here. I just need to find out who the bitch is that did this!” Jay said.

  “Well, don’t look at me,” Felicity said. “Let’s go, Erin.”

  Stacia approached Jay. “My lipstick is missing, too! Whoever did this to my bag did it with my lipstick and then stole it!” she cried.

  Erin looked at Stacia when she said this as Felicity led her away from them and out of the club. “Um . . . Felicity?”

  “I’m hungry,” Felicity said. “How about some tacos?”

  Erin stared at her. “Sure, if you’re buying.”

  Felicity laughed. “Of course I am!”

  Chapter 9

  As Erin drove them to a fast-food taco restaurant, Felicity pulled out Stacia’s red lipstick. “Would you pay $90 for this?” she asked.

  Erin looked at the lipstick. “Felicity, just where in the hell did you get that lipstick from?! Please don’t tell me that it was you who—”

  “Took her lipstick? Yeah, it was me, obviously, because she shouldn’t have taken my man.”

  Erin slammed on her brakes!

  Felicity jerked forward! “What the fuck, Erin! Why the fuck did you stop?!”

  “I’m going back to the club and you’re giving that girl back her lipstick and saying that you’re sorry for destroying her purse because I know it was you who did it! Is that why you wanted another drink when you were only halfway through with your first one? Huh? And Jay is not your man so that girl never stole him from you! Dammit, Felicity!”

  “You’re not going back to the club, okay? So just calm down and drive us to the restaurant,” Felicity instructed.

  Erin sighed. She then put her head on the steering wheel for a second. She looked up at Felicity. “Don’t you have any conscience about all of your fuckery?”

  “It’s not fuckery to me. People aren’t perfect and they need to stop acting as if they are. They do shit that’s worthy of getting shit done back to them. I don’t think I’m causing any fuckery because people are always starting shit and it starts with them talking, and they wanna act like they didn’t start anything. Like I said, I don’t back down from anyone.”

  “That’s a lame answer, Felicity,” Erin replied. She sighed as she shook her head. “And what did Stacia do to you that you had to ruin her purse and mark up her bag with her own lipstick, huh? And not to mention you stole her lipstick, too! I thought you said that Jay meant nothing to you? Well, you sure as hell didn’t prove that tonight, now did you? What you did was what a typical hating-ass bitch would do that feels that another girl has stolen her spotlight, and you know it.”

  “Please. That girl is more than likely not innocent in the least bit — tryin’ to come to a club dressed all classy — she’s just trash in a pricy dress with a pricy bag, but that bag is fucked up now because she shouldn’t have taken Jay’s attention away from me! That was supposed to be my time with him, not hers! And he even said how much we were gonna be all over each other tonight since I texted him right before we went there and told him that I was gonna be there. He should’ve kept his promise to me instead of ignoring me like I wasn’t there just because some other bitch shows up there that he wasn’t expecting to see. He needs his ass beat, for real. He’s the type that’ll be married about ten times when he’s older because he’ll always wanna be married to the best looking bitch he can get because when one gets too old and ugly for him, he’ll be on to another one. All he wants is a fuckin’ trophy without knowing shit about what a bitch is really like. I hope that Stacia bitch never calls him after tonight because he’s not boyfriend material.”

  Erin stared at her. “Well, I think you’re right about Jay, Felicity. But what you did to Stacia was wrong. She’s the one who got hu
rt behind all of this, not Jay. You were obviously so pissed off at Jay that you took your anger out on the wrong person, and you shouldn’t have done that, Felicity. If you wanted to do anything with that drink, you should’ve thrown it in his face and marked up his clothes and face with your lipstick and just left Stacia alone. You made her first experience at the club really bad, Felicity, and it was all over some damn boy that you yourself said didn’t mean shit to you.”

  “Well, that’ll teach her and him a lesson for practically throwing their love-at-first-sight interest in each other in my face. People do shit on purpose, Erin, and I believe that’s what they were doing even though they tried to pretend like they weren’t. Like I said, Stacia is the type that tries to act all innocent, but all the while she’s turning her ass up to guys like him while wearing classy dresses and probably posting a ton of naked selfies of herself and not showing her face. I’ve never posted any naked selfies and you know it.”

  Erin shook her head. “What does selfies have to do with what you did to her bag? And I really hope you find it in you to tell her that you’re sorry for what you did and to return that lipstick to her. You know, that’s not the type of lipstick that you can buy at a drugstore.”

  Felicity looked at the lipstick. “It’s too pretty for her to have it.”

  “So you think you deserve it?”

  “Of course!”

  “Well, I don’t want any part of this. I told you what you need to do so if you don’t say you’re sorry to Stacia for ruining her purse and stealing her lipstick then that’s on you. I know that I tried to talk you into doing the right thing, so you’re on your own.”

  “Erin, please. You know you’ve stolen stuff before.”

  “Yeah, and that was ten years ago when I was seven years old. My mom found the stash of candy in my bedroom that I stole from that small grocery store that had no alarms at the time, and went with me to return it. When we got back home, she whooped my ass and my dad did as well, and I haven’t stolen anything since then. I’ve told you that story a million times, but I’ve never messed up someone else’s property.”

  Felicity laughed. “I know you haven’t, but I don’t consider myself to have stolen this, though, as crazy as it sounds.”

  Erin sighed. “Then what do you consider it?”

  Felicity shrugged. “I don’t know. Revenge, maybe? She took away the time that I was supposed to spend with Jay tonight, therefore, taking attention away from me — so I took away something of hers.”

  “And how do you justify damaging her bag?”

  Felicity stared at the lipstick. “She didn’t deserve to have something so pretty. That’s just another way of me taking away something of hers that she thinks that she should have, even though I actually didn’t take it from her. I ruined it where she’ll never feel the same about it again, and she’ll remember that it happened at the club where she was dancing with my man so she’ll probably never go back there or wanna see him again because of it because she’ll always be reminded of the incident. She could’ve been dancing with any guy in there, but it just had to be him. You can’t have everything, and she’s obviously the type that thinks that she can.”

  Erin stared at her. She was at a loss for words. She shook her head, and then continued on to the restaurant.

  Several minutes later, Felicity and Erin arrived at the restaurant. It was packed as it usually was on a Friday night. They got out of the car as they walked towards the restaurant since Erin liked to go in and get her food and Felicity just liked to go in so she could show herself off to any potential boys that were in the restaurant and flirt with them.

  “FELICITY!” a boy shouted from the passenger side of a car.

  Felicity turned around, as well as Erin. “Yes?” she said with a smile. She walked over to the passenger side of the car; Erin stayed where she was.

  The boys sitting in the car — Joe and Reamer — both went to her school and were in her grade, and she’d seen them around school a lot, but never talked to either one of them.

  Felicity smiled as she stared at Reamer, who she thought was very cute. “So what’s up? Did you guys just get here?”

  “No, we were just about to leave until we saw you,” Joe said, as he stared her up and down. “Damn, you’re fuckin’ hot!”

  “Thank you!” Felicity said as if this just made her night, and then turned herself around so they could see her whole outfit.

  “Sloan must’ve been crazy to let you go,” Joe said.

  “Yeah, he was. And I don’t want him back at all. It’s his big loss, not mine,” Felicity said. Joe and Reamer laughed as she walked over to the other side of the car to the driver’s side window where Reamer was. “So, why are you so quiet, handsome?”

  Reamer was truly flattered. “Wow,” he said, as he blushed. “The first thing you’ve ever said to me is this? I gotta get your number, girl!”

  Felicity laughed. “Well, it’s true! Do you follow me on my social media pages?” she asked.

  “Of course!” Reamer replied with a big smile.

  “And so do I,” Joe said.

  “Well, thank you, both!” Felicity said as she smiled big at them, but especially at Reamer. She looked over at Erin as she was now standing on the curb waiting to go in the restaurant.

  “Felicity! C’mon!” Erin said.

  “I’m talking right now, Erin! Go on in and get my usual — you know what it is,” Felicity said.

  Erin shook her head, and then went inside the restaurant.

  “And what’s your usual?” Reamer asked.

  “Three crunchy tacos with the usual good stuff on them, as well as their best-selling spicy chicken burrito and some nachos. Of course, I can’t forget my large strawberry slushy drink,” Felicity replied with a smile.

  “Damn, girl!” Joe said, as he laughed. “How the hell can you eat all of that food and still maintain a body like that?”

  Felicity laughed as she flipped her hair back. “Easily. I’m young, beautiful, and have a very fast metabolism because I’m constantly active. After I eat, I’ll just take a bunch of selfies and probably do a workout a few hours after I eat. I never like to just sit around and do nothing, so stay tuned for my selfies!”

  “Oh, we will!” Joe promised.

  “I heard that, man!” Reamer said, and then slapped hands with Joe.

  Reamer and Felicity locked eyes again. She didn’t want to admit it, but she always saw Reamer in the halls at school, but thought that he wasn’t popular enough to want to have any association with. She saw just how nice him and Joe both are, but just didn’t feel like they were the type that were on her level of deserving her time, but she was starting to feel differently.

  “So, are you and Sloan really over?” Reamer asked her.

  “Over like yesterday,” Felicity replied.

  Joe laughed; Reamer smiled.

  “Well, since that’s the case, can I have your number?” Reamer asked.

  “Of course you can! What took you so long to ask?” Felicity said, and then gave him her number.

  Reamer laughed as he programmed her number into his phone. He looked at her. “Thanks for giving it to me. Just to let you know, I like to talk more than text, if you don’t mind.”

  “Not at all,” Felicity replied. “I personally think that texting is taking the place of real conversations. I like to be old-fashioned about some things, but not everything.”

  Reamer and Joe laughed.

  “Can I call you tonight?” Reamer asked with a smile.

  Felicity looked around and saw Erin coming out with the food.

  “Absolutely. I stay up very late on the weekends,” Felicity replied. “And here’s something to remind you to call me.” She leaned down into the car and began kissing him!

  Joe looked shocked, as did Erin! Erin stood back away from Reamer’s car as Felicity kissed Reamer as if he was her new boyfriend, while Joe took pictures of it!

  Felicity laughed as Reamer had a shocked smile
on his face. “Wow, you’re acting like you’ve never been kissed before!”

  “Not like that, I haven’t! Not even close!” Reamer said. “Can I have some more?”

  “Sure!” Felicity said, and then leaned into him as they started kissing again. She slowly pulled her lips away from his because she could tell that he was really into it, and didn’t want to be standing here kissing him all night as if she was in a kissing booth.

  “Felicity! Let’s go!” Erin said.

  “Bye,” Felicity said to Reamer and Joe.

  “Bye, baby,” Reamer and Joe said in response.

  Reamer kept smiling at her as she waved to him while walking over to Erin’s car. He then rolled up his window, and pulled out of the restaurant parking lot.

  “Damn, man! We didn’t expect that to happen tonight! Felicity Gains, man?! You got to kiss her! She wasn’t interested in me at all, man! Damn, you’re the man!” Joe said, as they laughed and slapped hands again.

  “Hey, what can I say, man? She’s the hottest girl at our school. But Felicity is in a class of her own, man, I can’t explain it. I have to admit that I’ve never talked to her at school because she just didn’t seem to know that I existed, but she acknowledged my existence now so that’s all that matters, man!” Reamer said.

  Joe nodded. “But you also acknowledge the fact that she’s a fuck girl, right?” he asked him in a serious tone.

  Reamer looked at him. “Yeah, I do, man. But she’s got all of these haters out here and she’s not as bad as she seems, and we both got to see that just minutes ago. Hey, I know her and Sloan aren’t together anymore, so this is perfect timing for me to move in on her.”

  “And don’t say a damn thing if she moves you to the side for someone else very soon, man,” Joe said.

  Reamer looked at him. “And why would you say that?”

  “Because she’s a fuck girl, man. In all seriousness, I don’t think you should try and pursue anything serious with her. She may act like she cares about you, but she only cares about herself. We both follow her and seen the shit that she’s done this week. And while you were talking to her, I looked at my phone and at a picture that Jay — the guy who she’s always all over on at Moves — has posted showing what she did to some girl’s purse that he was all into at the club tonight.”