F#ckGirl (F#ckGirl #1) by Sheila Michelle

called me last night, but I believe it was just
for another argument because he did ask me about
Reamer.”
    “And what did you tell him?”
    “Nothing that he hasn’t
already seen or heard. Yes, he saw the picture of me kissing
Reamer, but I was about to tell him to stop hating because that
was after he broke
up with me, so he had nothing to say about it.”
    “Yeah, he didn’t. But
Audrey had a lot to say about it because even though Reamer broke up with
Audrey after that picture was taken, he was still with her when it
was taken. Don’t you feel any remorse for it?”
    “None at all. He wasn’t
pulling away from me when I started kissing him, in fact, I had to pull away
from him because
he was so into it and he was with Audrey at the time; I’m not with
anyone so I didn’t feel bad about it at all. But that’s over with
now. I think Reamer knows that I’m just not into him the way he’s
into me. Sometimes people can catch on right away, but others, it
takes a while.” She changed the subject. “So, did you wanna hit up
Moves just one last time before we go on a hiatus from
it?”
    “Not really,” Erin said.
    “Oh, come on, Erin! You have to admit it’s
something to do on Friday and Saturday nights.”
    “I’m just not having anymore fun there,
Felicity. Can’t we go someplace else, at least? Maybe to a movie or
even another club?”
    “ There’s nothing that’s in
the movie theaters that I wanna see right now. And another club?
You mean a club for those twenty-one-and-over old people? No
thanks. I don’t have a fake ID and I’m not getting one. I like to
be around people my age. Like I said, I live in the moment now, and don’t feel like
I need to rush my age just to get into older clubs.”
    “That’s true. That’s exactly how I feel,
too.”
    “So, what day do you wanna go on for our
last day before our hiatus?”
    “Friday’s fine,” Erin said.
    “Friday it is!” Felicity said. “I don’t know
why, but I’m excited. Sometimes when we go there I’m just not
excited because I feel like I’m going to work or something since
we’ve been going there almost every Friday and Saturday for over a
year now. Well, I already ordered a new outfit from my usual
favorite clubwear store, so I’m ready.”
    “As usual, I’m not,” Erin said. “I’ll
probably just wear what I’m gonna wear to school that day.”
    “Please don’t embarrass me,” Felicity said
with a laugh.
    “What?! What did you say?” Erin said, and
then balled up her right fist as if she was gonna punch her. And
considering the fact of what kind of a girl she thought her best
friend was and her futile efforts to change her, she thought about
really punching her out too many times to count.
    Felicity laughed as she playfully put her
hands over her face as if she was blocking Erin from hitting
her.
    Erin backed up towards Felicity’s window
with her fists playfully in the air as if she was still gonna hit
her. She turned around and looked outside the window. “Uh, oh,
Felicity!”
    “What?” Felicity asked, as she came to the
window — she gasped! “Just what the fuck! What the hell!”
    They were reacting to Reamer’s car being in
the driveway!
    “Just what the hell is he doing here?!”
Felicity said, as she tried not to panic.
    “Did you tell him where you lived?” Erin
asked.
    “No, I didn’t! I don’t know how the hell he
found out!”
    The doorbell rang; they both shrieked as
they looked at each other.
    “What are you gonna do?” Erin asked.
    “Well, I’m not gonna answer it! He’s a
fuckin’ stalker! It’s obvious now!” Felicity replied in a shaken
voice.
    The doorbell rang again . . . then
again.
    They stood out in the hall; they were still
upstairs.
    “I’m scared, Felicity,” Erin said. “You
don’t know what the hell he’s here for!”
    Felicity looked at her, and could see it in
her eyes that she really was. “Just stay quiet, okay? He doesn’t
even know that I’m