The Fuckgirls' Secret

Page|21: "Okay, I'd never flirted with anyone but you."

I didn't know what pissed me. Was it the girl? Or was it that he hadn't given me the drink he's promised? I'm sure it's the latter. You knew how much I hate people to break promises. And yes...I was pissed because of the drink.

No matter what happened, I won't let some sneaky guy creep on me again. They're just sneaky bastards who played girls like they truly care, but no. They do not.

They will care for you like you're a fine china, then they're gonna adore you, play you. And if you get slipped from their dirty, disgusting hands, you will fall and crash on the floor-you're broken. And they won't think even once about fixing you. You will be broken, damaged. Until you'll wait for the day, that special day when that someone so very special will put you back together in pieces. What? Am I making any sense? Yeah, whatever.

Sorry that you had to make happy moments with him, then he'll do something that will leave you broken- again. Just like Jake, and just like Brandon. Not that I fell in love...it's the trust that's more important to me. The trust, the friendship.

I don't have plans to love. Not yet. Because love leaves. And I don't want to be left behind. That sucks.

"Courtney! That..." Millie trailed off.

"What? Rude? Nasty?" Kate asked.

We were talking about that night at the party. When Courtney faked, taking Oliver's virginity. It's kinda embarrassing that the whole class was talking about it. Ew.

"No, that ROCKED!" She shouted for the whole student to look at us. Embarrassing. Really. I wished I was never seated here. I lowered myself on the seat. Hoping the students won't notice.

"Hey Courtney, this pic looked adorable." A girl appeared on her side, and she looked at the phone. "Was Oliver good in bed?"

Our eyes popped on its sockets. Courtney gave a humorous chuckle. "Of course, yes." she answered.

"Well, maybe I could invite him to sleep with me? I want to try him." She chuckled evily. What are these girls? They're pure evil. Testing guys? What do you call that kind of person?

"Fuckgirl, don't try that or I'll split your vag$%# in half." the girl stiffened and stepped back as Court made her way to her. Intimidating the blonde. "And you'll never ever get to fuck your soon-to-be-husband EVER!" the girl ran away. And the whole cafeteria's attention's on us again. "If you ever look his way, I'll put your eyeballs on the blender and feed it to the poor ants!" she added.

"Courtney, I sense something fishy." Kate grinned at Courtney.

"Do you like Oliver?" Millie asked meekly, only for us to hear.

"I don't know?" she whispered. "But that night, when I saw him sprawled on the bed, god he was so hot. Like a freaking model...An abercrombie model, probably." she smiled sheepishly.

Is Courtney falling in love with Oliver? Oh, that was fast right?

"Okay, maybe I'm just infatuated. That's it for now." she added.

"I haven't seen Brandon. Amy do you know where he is?" Courtney asked, I shrugged in answer. "You're his girlfriend, right? You should know where he is." Where the hell did that come from?

"Excuse me?" I said.

"You're excused."

"No! I mean, where did you get that?" I yelled at her.

"Everyone knows Brandon is your new boy. They saw you came out the bedroom that night at the party. God knows what you did and I don't wanna know, ew." I don't want to see Brandon, for god's sake! It'll confuse me.

"God, Courtney you're impossible. Remember when we told you you're our role model?" She shrugged. "It's still on. I never did anything---with your cousin." she smiled at us, then make a disgusting look after I said the last word.

"I told you, Amy won't do that." Kate added.

"Good then. Where the fuck's Kelly's group anyway? Look, the triplets are not on their usual seats." Courtney asked us and we shook our heads, then glancing at Kelly's seat jn the middle, which was occupied by Jake, and his friends-including Brandon. I rolled my eyes and turn my attention back to my friends.

"Don't know, maybe sucking the teacher's feet for good grades." Millie said as she twist her pasta on her fork.

"Ew." Courtney said with a scrunched nose.

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The school bell rang, and the students rushed out their classrooms. Courtney and I walked to the parking lot to meet with the girls. She was gushing how Oliver was giving her a cold treatment. As if they ever talked to each other. It's clear that it's either Oliver wasn't used to be on the spotlight, or he doesn't want what happened.

Oh shit! I forgot my math book. "Courtney, I need to go to my locker, I need to get a few things. I'll be in the lot in three minutes."

"Okay, be quick!" She said, and I hopped on my foot. I turned left and I felt my face heat and hurt, after I smashed it on someone's chest. I face-palmed myself.

"Fuck, I'm sorry!" Oh god. It hurts really. I felt him held both my shoulders, and I put my hands down.

"What the hell?" I muttered through gritted teeth.

"Hey, I'm really sorry, Amy." His blue eyes looked at me, worried. I can feel that he meant it. But the hate I felt, still lingers. I put both my hands up, in a surrender.

"Okay. It's alright. My fault anyway. I need to go." I needed to walk away from him as fast as I could but before I move my feet, his hands held my wrist. "What?" I asked him.

"Look, we need to talk." He said.

"Talk about what?"

"Us." He answered as fast.

"What about us?" I asked again. I don't get it. Why would he want to talk about Us? It's weird, Isnt it?
"If it's about the deal, then let's just forget about it." I murmured so no one can hear.

"No, it's about me and you. I really am sorry if I did what I did. I know it's my fault. Please let me make it up to you. Let's have a coffee or something." His blue eyes were pleading. And I hate the way it made me feel guilty about something. I guess it's an instinct that when he does this, I gave up easily. So I said 'yes.' I bid him goodbye and I went back to my locker.

I put on the passkey and I shoved some of my books inside, and I get the math book I needed. When I slammed the locker door shot, I jumped literally, when someone was standing beside me.

Brandon was leaning on the side of my locker.

"Seriously, you creep me out." I said to him.

"Maybe, I'm a creep for you." He smirked. I walked down the hallway and he follows my path. "What's up with you and Jake?"

"What is it to you?"

"And why did you left all of a sudden at the party? I was worried, looking for you." His eyes softened as I glanced at him. I continued to walk.

"Maybe you didn't find me because you were busy with someone." I gave him a smirk.

"Yeah?" He shook his head. "Oh, if you were talking about Mia, the black-haired sophomore, she's just joking about something."

"Joking, right. If Jake didn't tell me that you were in the kitchen flirting with Mia, then I would be waiting for nothing. I should thank Jake, really." I pointed out.

"What? No way, I wasn't flirting."

"Yes, you did."

"Was not."

"You did."

"Okay, I'd never flirted with anyone but you." Damn, he looked so serious. But that won't get me.

"Sucks for you, then."

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