F#ckGirl (F#ckGirl #1) Read online

  F#ckGirl

  Sheila Michelle

  Copyright 2016 by Sheila Michelle

  Smashwords Edition

  Chapter 1

  With her plunging hot pink top as low as it could go, exposing as much cleavage as she could for the camera, Felicity gave Betty, her full-length selfie mirror, the biggest smile that she had as she pressed the button on her pink gold smartphone to take what it seemed like her millionth selfie so far this month. She had to look perfect in this mirror, and would take numerous pictures of herself to make sure that every part of her beautiful, toned body was shown at every desirable angle. She loved showing it off, as well as just herself in general because in Felicity’s eyes, no other girl could come close to competing with her. She looked at her selfie to make sure that it was up to her standards for posting, looked over her pre-written hashtags, and pressed the button to have it up on all of her social media pages. She smiled as her likes began to pour in . . . as well as comments from people who didn’t like her at all. FUCKGIRL! SLUT! BITCH! and FELITITY — since she was showing another tit pic, as users called them — were the top comments that showed up after she posted a selfie, and she wasn’t bothered by them, in fact she loved them, and always responded to people as being haters. She grabbed her smartphone once again, got in front of her mirror, turned herself around so her perfectly-trimmed butt faced the mirror in her too-tight-for-school black pants. She looked right into the camera as she gave the mirror the middle finger, and smiled big as she took another kiss-my-ass pic, as she called it. She laughed at the responses that came in, but she refused to respond to them. Then, she grabbed her pink monogram schoolbag with a black designers logo splashed all over it, and went downstairs for breakfast with her parents.

  Felicity smiled as she walked into the kitchen where her parents were sitting at the table talking as they ate their breakfast. “Good morning,” she said with a smile.

  “Good morning, our beautiful princess,” her mom, Catherine said.

  “Good morning, my beautiful baby,” her dad, Todd said.

  Neither one of them questioned what Felicity was wearing because her usual morning school routine was all too common — and it was something that they knew nothing about. She took her selfies before her parents saw what she really had on, and then covered herself up in clothes that she would only walk around the house in if she was sick, which today consisted of a black relaxed-fit pullover hoodie and dark grey wide-leg cotton pants. She had on black sneakers. She walked over to the coffee machine and poured coffee into her white tumbler that was sprinkled in clear crystals as her parents stared at her. “What?”

  “We just wanted to know how you and Sloan are getting along,” Catherine said.

  “Just fine, Mom,” Felicity said, since Sloan was her boyfriend.

  “We don’t see him as much as we used to,” Todd said.

  “Well, that’s because he’s busy with football and everything. I see him as much as I can at school, and we talk all the time on social media,” Felicity responded, and then sipped her coffee.

  “That social media crap,” Todd said, as he shook his head. “That’s taken the place of so many real relationships now. People need to do things the old-school way like hanging out with each other at restaurants, the mall, the movies, and even at their own homes. How do you really know who you’re dealing with through this social media crap?”

  “Well, most people on social media you don’t know and don’t wanna know. Dad, this is just the era that we live in, and it’s here to stay. I know you both didn’t have this growing up so I can understand why you don’t agree with it, but it also brings people together for all sorts of things. I heard people at school saying that their parents and even grandparents have reconnected with people they hadn’t seen or heard from in over twenty, thirty years or more and it’s all because of social media,” Felicity said.

  Her parents smiled.

  “Yeah, it can have some good qualities, but it can also have bad ones, too. I’ve heard and seen the horror stories about social media with people messing with other people and being killed because of it. I’m gonna ask you this bluntly, Felicity. Are you fucking around with people on there?” Todd asked.

  Catherine stared at her. “That’s what I would like to know.”

  “No! Hell naw I’m not!” Felicity lied. “People are just haters, that’s all. All bark and no bite. If I ever came across any of them in person, they’ll pretend that they don’t even know me.”

  “I thought you said you weren’t fucking around with anyone on there,” Todd reminded her.

  “Dad, I’m not! What do you mean?” Felicity asked.

  “Because you’re saying stuff that gives us reason to believe that you could be and you don’t even realize it. I hope you’re not lying to us because we don’t want anyone showing up at our front doorstep saying that you were fucking with them on social media and they wanna settle a score with you,” Todd said.

  “Has anyone come to this door yet talking shit like that about me?” Felicity asked.

  “No, they haven’t,” Todd admitted.

  “And we don’t want it to start,” Catherine said.

  “It won’t,” Felicity said. She took a sip of her coffee. “I’m gonna be late for school. See you both later.”

  They nodded with a smile, and then looked at each other after she left.

  “Do you believe her?” Catherine asked.

  Todd shrugged. “I don’t know. But she’s right, no one has come by here asking for her, so I believe her . . . for now.”

  Catherine smiled. “Me too . . . for now.”

  Chapter 2

  Felicity walked down the hall at school with her selfie outfit on to several guys’ cat calls; she gave them all a big smile, while the girls stared at her like she was the cause of their breakups with their boyfriends, and in some cases, she was.

  Erin, Felicity’s best friend, walked alongside her. She in no way compared to Felicity, with her being in a whole other category of looks, and it wasn’t in the pretty girls category. But they were best friends since middle school and were always there for each other no matter what. Erin knew that Felicity always sought attention and would do whatever she could for it, and since she didn’t desire attention at all, Felicity didn’t have to worry about her being a threat to her at all. But she did worry about how Felicity had the reputation as being a fuck girl, and feared that something bad might happen to her because of it. “Felicity, Sloan has seen your latest selfie and he’s already bitchin’ about you cheating on him and wanting so much attention from other guys even though you two are together. Does it even bother you at all that people call you Felitity instead of your name when you post those tit pics? I think it’s degrading as hell!”

  “Not at all. Haters are gonna hate, especially the girls, because I have big tits — real tits — and I’m not afraid of showing them off even though as you’ve seen, I don’t go completely topless because I don’t have to. But anyway, Sloan knows I’m not cheating on him so I don’t know what the hell he’s worried about,” Felicity said, and then winked at a guy who waved to her while he stood in a circle with all of his friends.

  Erin noticed this. “Felicity, you need to stop all of this flirting with other guys. Sloan’s been really pissed at you lately for all of the selfies you’ve been putting up of yourself wearing provocative clothes and showing a little too much tits and ass. He says that more guys have practically seen your whole body more than he’s ever had.”

  Felicity grinned as she approached her locker. “He has nothing to worry about. It’s harmless flirtation. I see him looking at other girls all of the time and I don’t say anything about it because those girls know he’s with me and the
y can’t compete with me.”

  Erin sighed. “I didn’t realize that this was a competition, Felicity. These girls that you claim can’t compete with you are constantly talking about how they’re gonna beat your ass if you don’t stop flirting with their boyfriends.”

  Felicity laughed. “They’re full of shit. What social media site did you see that on?”

  “All of them,” Erin informed her, as she gave her a serious look.

  “Well, they haven’t done a damn thing and they’re not going to because I don’t want any of their ugly-ass boyfriends. They need to improve their own image instead of always depending on a guy to justify their existence. These lame-ass bitches aren’t shit and they know that they’re not because they’re so damn insecure. I personally don’t need a guy to justify my existence and I’m the last girl in this world that’s insecure because I’m not insecure at all. That’s why you don’t see me getting all into a bitchin-ass fit when Sloan just happens to look at another girl — like I give a fuck.”

  “So you don’t give a fuck about your relationship with him, is that it?”

  “No, I’m not saying that. I’m saying that I don’t need a boyfriend like the way these bitches around here do. When it comes to guys, I can take them or leave them, and it’s more the latter than anything else.”

  Erin sighed as she shook her head. “Have you said any of this to Sloan?”

  “Why should I? He doesn’t need to know,” Felicity replied, and then got out what she needed for her first classes. As she did, a group of guys walked by her, and one pinched her butt! She looked at him and grinned; he grinned back, and then laughed with his friends as he slapped hands with them and continued to walk with them as if they’d made a bet with him to do to her what he’d just done.

  Erin shook her head. “So what was that all about? I’m sure Allen didn’t just do that on a whim.”

  “You’re right, he didn’t,” Felicity said with a grin.

  Erin looked shocked! “What?! What do you mean?”

  “He asked me if he could do it when I talked to him through a private chat last night on social media. I sent him a booty pic of me in these pants, and he just asked me if I could wear them to school today so he could touch my butt and I said sure. At least he asked.”

  Erin sighed as she shook her head. “My goodness, Felicity. You need to stop stringing these guys along. Seriously. It’s not right. You know he has a girlfriend and she’s the fighting type.”

  “Jackie isn’t gonna do shit to me,” Felicity said with certainty. “Like I told my parents this morning, most people are all bark and no bite, and she’s one of them.”

  “Well, you never know when she’ll start biting — as well as the other girls — just a heads-up.”

  “Well, I’m not gonna watch my back — they need to watch their boyfriends. I’m just having fun with them because I don’t need them for anything more than just that — having fun.”

  “And fun doesn’t last forever, Felicity, and you never know when having fun can turn into a lot of trouble — remember that. See you later,” Erin said, and then walked off to her first-period class.

  “Whatever,” Felicity said, and then looked at her phone at how her selfie was doing that she took before she came to school. Suddenly, she got a tap on her shoulder. She turned around. “Hey, bae!”

  It was her boyfriend Sloan. “Don’t ‘Hey, bae’ me, Felicity. Because I sure as hell haven’t been your before anything else, and you know it,” Sloan said.

  Felicity scoffed. “Sloan, let’s not start off this day arguing, okay? It’s unhealthy to always be mad at each other. You know you’re my bae and I’m yours.”

  “Well, I sure as hell don’t feel like it. What is up with these damn selfies, huh? I told you that I don’t want you taking pictures with your tits and ass always hanging out.”

  “And you don’t tell me what to do with my own body because I sure as hell don’t tell you what to do with yours.”

  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

  “Oh, 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 leav
e 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.”