The Fuckgirls' Secret

Bonus Chapter|Page|20: Courtney's Pov

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Whatever the fuck did I plan was so stupid. I am super clever. But this? Ugh! I wanna die, like right now? Why do you ask? Because freaking Oliver was so fucking heavy! And he was my crush since freshman year. Oh my god. He was much good-looking than Tyler. If you compared them, I would think Oliver is a hot jock and Tyler would be the Athlete's foot. Ugh...disgusting!

I never thought that this is going to be my way for him to notice me. This is ridiculous. I put his arms on my shoulder, was almost half-carrying him to the upstairs.

As I stepped on the last step, my eyes can't believe what I was seeing.

Can you guess what?

It was Brandon and Amy, French-K-I-S-S-I-N-G! I told you! They're gonna end up together. My cousin is a good guy and so is Amy. I kinda hate myself for turning them into something they were not. My plan's all stupid! Including this!

"Get a room, Amy!" I shouted, so I can be heard through the music blasting downstairs. I bumped her back, I almost laughed because they looked pretty annoyed. The people around noticed the little commotion and I felt happy for that. Ha! ha! They're so into each other, they can't be pulled apart. "Move away, you two!" I shouted once more, and they stumbled back on their feet a little.

I made my way to the door with Oliver. God, they haven't even tried to help me! I was closing the door on Brandon and Amy's faces, winking on them before it shut.

"Hey, Oliver...honey?" I let him fall on the bed. Thank god it was fluffy.

"Where am I?" He groaned.

"In heaven. You want a glass of water?" I scanned the desk and found a glass of water. I took it and handed it to Oliver, who sat up in the edge of the bed. "Here." He took it from me and drank it all. Wow. You're sure going to stay asleep for a day, bro! I grinned at him, as he handed me the empty glass back.

I sat it on the desk again. Oliver was freaking hot, but he's not that popular. Now let's make history, baby! Everyone knew he's a freaking virgin. Amd everyone will thought I will take it from him.

"Oliver?" He slumped on the bed, eyes closed. I took off my dress, and god help me. Oh, my gosh. I was nervous? I've never been nervous before. I'm so fucked. I messed my hair, and put red lipstick.

"Courtney, w-what a-are you..?" He said, groggily. I started to make my way to him. Unbuttoning his jeans, pulling it off of him. Then, taking his shirt off.

I stepped back, taking in his nude appearance. Well, he still got his boxers on. Oh, that won't do. I mean, I still need him bare. So if he woke up, he's like, "Oh, shit! Courtney took my virginity!"

"Courtn..." he murmured, staring at me. Oh, shit...He was still awake. How long will the pills take effect? Oh, yes...ten to fifteen minutes.

I still have six minutes left. Was he staring at me? Oh, I'm fucked. I climbed the bed next to him, slapping his pretty face.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Oh, poor Oliver! I kissed his swollen, pink cheeks, where I slapped him. He narrowed his eyes at me, and I ride on top if him, leaning down at his neck, inhaling his scent. Weird, right? He kinda smells like a Calvin Klein Cologne. Hmm, so good.

I leaned my face on his, placing a peck on his lips. I waited but no response. I kissed him once again. His lips were super soft. God, I should've not let him drank the pill. He looked so serene. I ruffled his black hair, and it's silky as it glides in my palm.

God, I'd like to have a boyfriend like this. I pinched his cheeks, still no response. He's really asleep. My phone chimed and I quickly got off the bed.

"Courtney, you got 30 minutes!" Amy texted me.

Shit. What will I do with thirty?

I took a picture of me and oliver, intimate positions. Of course, Oliver's unconscious, so he's like a mannequin. My mannequin. I position him anything I want. And the last part before I leave...

I glide my red lipstick on his mouth, trailing it on his neck, down to his chest, and to his abs...yumyum. Then, it continued to his belly-button to his...what do you call this part?

The crotch part?

I trail the lipstick there. And down, down there...Circling his d#&$. Why am I doing this? And why was it jiggly? Oh, it moved! It jerked! I guess, smudging the lipstick there was a bad idea!

I closed my eyes, pulled his boxers down, and Voila! I can't peek! I peeked through my fingers a little before putting the covers over him. I'm sorry Oliver, but I promise I'll treat you an ice cream next time.

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