Here ~ A FP Jones Story

*A Young FP Story*

"Do you just mess with every girl out there? Oh this one wants to be in a gang I'll fuck her." I pause and scrunch my face at my own cursing. "Oh this one does drugs I'll screw her, oh this one wants nothing to do with me but I'll pin her to the wall and kiss her anyway."

I was out of breath and I bit my lip at the memory of FP kissing and grinding on me at Penelope's party.

FP took off his helmet and a smirk played on his lips.

"If you want nothing to do with me, then why are you here in your black heals, ruby neckless, and one hundred dollar skirt, yelling at me about who I fuck?"

He had me there. I didn't know why I was here. Walking past Pops Diner, over the tracks and past the cruddy park sign, I told myself it was all because I wanted to know if Alice was lying or not. But I knew deep down then and I know deep down now that Alice is definitely not why I came here.