The Fuckgirls' Secret

Page|1: 'Tyler the Great'

"Babe, I'm not sure about this anymore." the words that left his mouth brought tears to my eyes. Not literally though. Why is this happening? I mean... I'm not the one he was talking to, and I'm not a romantic person. It's just a coincidence, I guess, that I happened to be here in the middle of their exchange. It's not like I can see them, but their exchange of words was like Romeo and Juliet–pity.

Except that, we were inside the school's restroom. I was tired of sitting on the toilet bowl forever. I should be at the library by now!

"But babe, You can't do this to me! I love you so much." the girl started to sob. "I've never loved anyone like you." sob, sob, sob.

I started to feel sorry for the girl. Well, what I heard was lame. If that guy doesn't want you anymore, then just fuck off and leave. Don't beg him to stay. Never.

I mentally slapped my head.

I never got into a relationship, so how will I ever know what it felt like? Mom said to focus on studies first, and I'm like...

'Whatever.' No guy wanted me anyway. I'm plain, and I didn't socialize well with others, especially, guys. Not that I would have wanted to, but there's only one guy I remember, James. He was a good friend when I was a freshman. And he left town without any reason that I knew of.

The conversation was gone, and I heard the bathroom door bang hard. Maybe no one's here now. I should go out now, or I'll be late.

I jumped off the toilet seat and opened the cubicle door. To my surprise, the girl was still there. The one who left a while ago was the guy who broke up with her.

She looked at me through the mirror, glaring at me. Her tears melted the mascara she was wearing. It flowed down her cheeks.

Her brown hair was tied in a high ponytail, just like the rank she was in this society. Super high. Ariana Grande notes high. The top of the food chain is high. She wore silver-hoop earrings bigger than Nelly Furtado's, and I was scared it might tear her ear off. All my thoughts about earrings and singers died when she spoke.

"You heard nothing, alright?" she said. I just nod my head. What the heck? Why am I following like a dog to its owner?

Oh, shit!

She's Courtney Richmond. And I thought she was wearing waterproof makeup?

The school's cheerleader of the cheering squad, the girl who had too many ex-boyfriends to count, the one with the bitchiest friends on the campus (who used to bully other students), the one with the hottest boyfriend in town...wait...so that just means the guy who broke up with her was 'Tyler the Great' as they called, naming him like he was king of the ancient Greek Kingdom. They said he's great with everything including basketball, fencing, swimming, and girls. You name it, he knows it. And he's especially good with... If you know what I mean.

How the hell did I know?

I may be quiet, but trust me, my best friends and I were good listeners. We heard Tyler's doing this weird thing with his tongue when they were doing it. I still don't get it, but maybe that's exactly how Courtney got wrapped inside his dinky slimy finger. She's just too blind to recognize that he's got too many slimy fingers and they fit his other girls in each of them.

I got out of my thoughts by the sound of her sobbing. She puts her palms on her face. Taking out the facial tissue from my backpack, I tapped her shoulder. She turned and quickly grabbed the tissue from my hand. She wiped her face and blew her nose after. Okay, was that a snot? That's gross.

"Thank you." She handed me back the used tissue. I didn't have any idea what to do, and I held it and tossed it inside the waste basket.

"You're welcome." I smiled at her. Wait. Did she thank me? Because as far as I know, she's a popular bad bitch who doesn't give a shit about anyone. It's shocking to hear her say 'thank you.'

As I walked past her, her hand yanked my shirt. Uh-oh.

I stumbled back on my feet.

"Uhm, can I walk with you to class?" She asked with pleading eyes.

I didn't know what to say.

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