The Fuckgirls' Secret

Prologue|

"Oh my god, that's awful!" Courtney said as she turned to face me. Her face screamed at me with disgust.

"Take it off! Take it off!" Her voice was squeaky—and annoying. I never really wanted to do this but for a change-like, I always tell myself-I think I will. That's what she promised as she showered me and my best friends with her sweet words and gifts, that this could be a good change, but now I'm starting to regret it. I never hated anything more than playing dress up and mostly Courtney, being the commander in charge.

"Go change! Put this on, quick!" She shoved another dress on my arms, pushing me behind the brown curtains again. I also hate confining myself between narrow spaces. I felt suffocated. So I had to do what I need to do to get out of here immediately.

She shouted at me once again, telling me to hurry up. What the hell was wrong with her and her yelling? I heard the other girls laughing, so I quickly get out of the stupid dress that I'm wearing, and put on the other dress. It's red. I don't like red. Too fierce that it could blind my eyes but for our plan to work, I should start getting used to it from now on. I glanced at myself in front of the huge mirror. It's still me, with blue eyes and dark-blonde hair. I'm still the insignificant, nerd student even if I'm inside this beautiful, sexy, red dress.

"Are you done?" Courtney shouted again. I wonder why she has to shout all the time, though she knew I can hear her, because it's just a piece of cloth that's separating us.

"Yep," I answered her before I peeked out the curtain. I saw Millie and Kate beside Courtney with wide smiles plastered on their faces. Furthermore, I stepped out of the fitting room and shrugged. They looked me up and down. I didn't know what to say, because they haven't even said a single word. Their eyes judging me were making me uncomfortable as hell. If my friends' stares were distressing enough, what could other people think if they saw this? I mean, I'm bad at looking good so why the need to buy this dress? It was not like I had to impress anyone.

When I saw their smiles starting to form, I walked back inside the dressing booth again to change, but Courtney stopped me as she held my arm gently.

"Okay, give me that. It looks good on you. It's perfect." Courtney said, and she grabbed the red dress from my arms. She did the same for Millie and Kate. The three of us looked puzzled, and we stopped walking towards the counter when it finally sunk into us.

"Oh," Millie muttered, eyes wide.

Courtney continued to walk to the counter.

"What's she doing?" Kate asked as she narrowed her brown eyes. Millie just shrugged and we followed Courtney. I knew what she was up to. She's paying for our dress—which is not what we wanted. We knew that she was super rich, but it was not right for her to pay for what we would buy. She's done the same at the school cafeteria, and we didn't want other people to think that we were taking advantage of her because she's a rich kid. Never.

"Courtney, we can pay for our dresses," I said as I touched the dress to take it from her, but she tapped my hand, causing me to flinch.

"Ouch." I gasped.

"No, way. I got this. And when I say I got this, I got this for real." She insisted. Whatever. She's still the bitch she was after all. I wonder how we made friends with her. She's so...our opposite. Okay...she was from the famous group of bitches, while Kate, Millie, and I were from the lower class. We were almost invisible to the whole school. We just didn't exist in our school. Not only that, but it's almost as if we have our world—exclusively revolves around us three, and that includes: romantic-movie marathon on Saturday nights, church and picnic on Sundays, and focusing on lectures at school every weekday, sometimes we slumber parties.

"We will have to pay you later, Court. You can't just pay for that. It's not right." Millie said in a flat tone. I can easily say that she's angry, even if she looked like not. Millie was a ball of sunshine, just don't get on her bad side. Kate was the most neutral in our group since she's the brainy one, and I am the sarcastic one. I'm almost bitchy, but more of the introverted kind. I only kept the bitchiness to myself. Pathetic, I know it.

"Yeah, Courtney, the dresses cost more than a hundred dollars each. You don't have to pay for us." Kate said while fixing her eyeglasses to her nose.

"It's okay. You don't need to pay me money. I mean...you know that I'm rich, right?" she looked at us, and we just nodded our heads in unison, looking like freaks.

"But you can do something for me in return." by the moment those words left her mouth, I thought to myself, that maybe I'm never going to like what she wanted in return.

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