Destiny (Fuckshit x Fem OC)

what the fuck am I supposed to do?

why the fuck ya'll be so silent?

I was just chilling, minding my own damn business. Then my peacefulness was interrupted.

"Hey! What is your name?!" An angry-looking woman yelled. She was holding poor Sunburn by his arm, dragging him along with her.

"What the actual fuck." Is all I managed to say, the guys had similar reactions. Then I realized that the woman was Stevie's mom. Boy was she pissed.

"What is your name?" She asked again, this time looking directly at Fuckshit.

"Fuckshit." She made a face and shook her head.

"Fuckshit? Jesus, what is this a gang?" She scoffed, "Listen. You do not give my son drugs."

"Ma'am, ma'am." Ray tries to intervene.

"You do not give my son alcohol." She raises her voice, "Do you understand me?" I just rolled my eyes and waited for her to finish. She gasped loudly.

"Young lady, did you just roll your eyes at me?" She puts a hand to her chest.

"Yes, I fucking did." This earns me a laugh from the guys.

"What is your name?" I raise my eyebrow at her question.

"None of your fucking business," I say looking away from her.

"You do not give these things to my son, do you hear me?!"

"Cool, cool," Fuckshit says turning the TV's volume up.

"It better be cool, Fuckhead. Or whatever, your fucking name is." She says, loudly, "Stay away from my son. He's not like you."

"Is she mad about the fingering?" Four asks, confused. He doesn't even know he just made everything worse.

"fiNgErInG??!!" She looks at Stevie with fire in her eyes, "Say goodbye Stevie. This is the last time you're coming here." She drags him away behind her, and into her car.

The guys go back to what they were doing, I can't. I can see Sunburn and his mom arguing in the car. I feel bad for him. He's still barely a teenager, and he puts up with so much shit. I feel bad for him, but I also understand what he's going through. Well, not directly. But I've had my fair share of family issues.

I must've been lost in thought because the next thing I notice is Stevie stomping in and out the back. Ray gets up and follows him. I just sit there gobsmacked.

"You should go too Des," Fuckshit says, nudging me.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"Just talk to him." I get up with a sigh and walk out the back door. Stevie's sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, Ray is on his left. They look up at me as I sit on Stevie's right.

"About like three years ago, my little brother was on his way to soccer practice. He was crossing the street," Ray pauses for a moment, catching his breath, "and he got hit by a car. It's so weird, like, we shared a room, and like, a closet. Whenever I like get dressed in the morning, it's just like... just looking at all the clothes, and they blend into each other." I grab Ray's hand and squeeze it, then I let go. "After it happened, Fuckshit came to my house. He took me skating. We never talked about what happened to my brother, we didn't need to."

"My mom is a stripper, she also gets paid for sex. She's always high or wasted. I only see my dad once a month. They were never together, I was created during a one-night-stand, I was never supposed to happen. I've always just felt so alone. I'm happy now, but whenever I feel like that, I go skate. I found my family, my chosen one, through skating. Skating is the best therapy, the best cure."

"So let's go skate, c'mon," Ray said, and we followed.

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I initially went out to skate with Ray and Sunburn. I stayed for a while, I wanted to make Stevie feel better. It was obvious that I wasn't needed. Ray and Stevie have this bond. I don't understand it. To be honest it makes me a little jealous. I've never really had anyone that I look up to. like that. A mentor type of person.

Now I was back at the shop, with Fuckshit, Ruben, and Four. I was spaced out, hitting a bong and playing with Fuckshit's hair. Then, it became. Ruben tapped me very aggressively.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Fuckshit said, "She doesn't like being interrupted when she's smoking." I just rolled my eyes. Ruben kept tapping me. I finally decided to pay attention to Ruben.

"Que quieres, cabron?!"

"What would you rate me?" I thought about it for a little bit. Ruben's cute, but in a little brother sort of way. An asshole little brother, who would steal your money and weed, maybe even your car.

"Probably like a 6 and a half." His face got all sad.

"What?! I'm at least a 7."

"Stop getting defensive, you ain't ugly. I'm just not attracted to little boys."

"I am not a little boy." His voice got all whiny.

"Alright n***a, whatever you say." Fuckshit says, "All I'm saying is that you definitely act like one."

"What would you guys rate me." I wiggle my eyebrows for effect.

"10."

"10."

"10." They all said '10' at the same time.

"You all make it sound like you've talked about this before." I laughed thinking it was funny.

"That's because we have," Fuckshit said in the straightest face possible.

"What about me?" Four said all excited, what a cutie.

"8, your only faults are that you're quiet, and I don't like white guys." He smiled so widely he looked deranged.

"What about me?" Fuckshit asked, getting up and moving his head from my lap, "I know for a fact that I'm a straight 10."

"Nah, you're like a 3."

"Excuse me." He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and walked to the bathroom. He closed the door behind us and looked at me with the saddest look I've ever seen.
"Am I really a 3?"

"No, you fucking dumbass, you're a straight-up 10."

"Oh, ok. You had me worried there for a second."

Then he kissed me

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Hi everybody. Sorry for the slooooooow update. School just took up all my time. Anyways, I hope you all like this newest addition! I will welcome all questions and comments.