The Fuckgirls' Secret

Page|45: Brandon who?

Who was that man? I think I don't know him anymore. What was he trying to do? And with that poor girl, Alicia? He's dumped her for another girl? What's he going to do with her now? So that's it? He broke up with Alicia and move on with someone else?

God I hate this.

I don't know anymore. All I was trying to do right now is to focus. Focus on my homework. And heck, I have a test this coming friday, and I haven't tried to look at my notes. Shit!

This was all because of me. Me. If I never agreed to what Courtney wants, this wouldn't have never come to this.
I wouldn't ended up like this. My life would have been normal. Courtney, who wants to revenge on this Kelly girl, dragged me and my bestfriends to hell.

I wish I didn't offer her that napkin!

Gosh, I am becoming an awful person now.

Tears fell on my notes and I moved them away. My phone vibrated, and I fight the urge to pick it up, sorry I can't.

Picking it up, I wipe the tears with my other hand.

A text.

A text from Courtney, saying:

"We're coming to pick you up in 15."

What the hell?!

I pushed myself towards my bathroom to shower in a short amount of time and brush my teeth after. When I was about to pull my pajamas there was a knock on the door, so I paused.

"Amy!" My mom shouted. "There's someone to meet you!" Oh, god. That should be Courtney.

"Let her in, mom!" I shouted, still fumbling with the ribbon of my pyjamas, when the door bursts open. I and put my arms over my chest, covering whatever there may be.

"Holy shit!!?!?" I shouted, but he was still staring at me.

"Fuck, sorry." He muttered then, turned around.

"What the hell? Can't you knock first?" I said as I find a shirt on my bed. I saw him, leaning his head slightly facing me.

"Don't look!" I yelled. I put on the shirt, and when I am decent, I crossed my arms over my chest.

"What do you want?" I asked him, with venom laced in my voice.

"Sorry, sorry. Your mom said I could come in."

"That is not I am asking you."

"I said sorry, for what I did earlier. I said sorry. Are you still naked?"

"Yes." I answered even though it's a lie. He really looked hot in those black leather jacket even with his back facing me. His blonde hair was a mess, I wonder why, and who's hands went to feel that shiny, soft, dirty-blonde hair.

I was staring at him when he turned around to face me. "I thought I said I'm still naked?" I asked him.

"But you weren't now." He said, slowly walking towards me. His hands in his pockets.

"And what if I'm still..." I looked into his eyes.

"Nothing I haven't seen before." He smiled sheepishly. I know what he's implying. It just meant he'd done things with those girls..

My stomach churned at the thought. Ew...

"So...?" I looked on the ground, avoiding his scrutinizing gaze.

"Like I said, I went to say sorry. I don't know why you're mad." He said softly, turning my insides to jelly. His voice is very angelic that I think I'm in heaven now. Does he do that to every girl he hit on? Wow. That's very effective. I could sleep right now, and wake up and I'm up on the clouds.