F#ckGirl (F#ckGirl #1)

F#ckGirl

Sheila Michelle

Copyright 2016 by Sheila Michelle

Smashwords Edition

Chapter 1

W
ith her plunging hot pink top as low as it could go, exposing
as much cleavage as she could for the camera, Felicity gave Betty,
her full-length selfie mirror, the biggest smile that she had as
she pressed the button on her pink gold smartphone to take what it
seemed like her millionth selfie so far this month. She had to look
perfect in this mirror, and would take numerous pictures of herself
to make sure that every part of her beautiful, toned body was shown
at every desirable angle. She loved showing it off, as well as just
herself in general because in Felicity’s eyes, no other girl could
come close to competing with her. She looked at her selfie to make
sure that it was up to her standards for posting, looked over her
pre-written hashtags, and pressed the button to have it up on all
of her social media pages. She smiled as her likes began to pour in
. . . as well as comments from people who didn’t like her at
all.
FUCKGIRL! SLUT! BITCH!
and
FELITITY
—
since she was showing
another
tit pic
,
as users called them — were the top comments that showed up after
she posted a selfie, and she wasn’t bothered by them, in fact she
loved them, and always responded to people as being haters. She
grabbed her smartphone once again, got in front of her mirror,
turned herself around so her perfectly-trimmed butt faced the
mirror in her too-tight-for-school black pants. She looked right
into the camera as she gave the mirror the middle finger, and
smiled big as she took another
kiss-my-ass
pic, as she called it.
She laughed at the responses that came in, but she refused to
respond to them. Then, she grabbed her pink monogram schoolbag with
a black designers logo splashed all over it, and went downstairs
for breakfast with her parents.

Felicity smiled as she walked into the
kitchen where her parents were sitting at the table talking as they
ate their breakfast. “Good morning,” she said with a smile.

“Good morning, our beautiful princess,” her
mom, Catherine said.

“Good morning, my beautiful baby,” her dad,
Todd said.

Neither one of them questioned what Felicity
was wearing because her usual morning school routine was all too
common — and it was something that they knew nothing about. She
took her selfies before her parents saw what she really had on, and
then covered herself up in clothes that she would only walk around
the house in if she was sick, which today consisted of a black
relaxed-fit pullover hoodie and dark grey wide-leg cotton pants.
She had on black sneakers. She walked over to the coffee machine
and poured coffee into her white tumbler that was sprinkled in
clear crystals as her parents stared at her. “What?”

“We just wanted to know how you and Sloan
are getting along,” Catherine said.

“Just fine, Mom,” Felicity said, since Sloan
was her boyfriend.

“We don’t see him as much as we used to,”
Todd said.

“Well, that’s because he’s busy with
football and everything. I see him as much as I can at school, and
we talk all the time on social media,” Felicity responded, and then
sipped her coffee.

“That social media crap,” Todd said, as he
shook his head. “That’s taken the place of so many real
relationships now. People need to do things the old-school way like
hanging out with each other at restaurants, the mall, the movies,
and even at their own homes. How do you really know who you’re
dealing with through this social media crap?”

“Well, most people on social media you don’t
know and don’t wanna know. Dad, this is just the era that we live
in, and it’s here to stay. I know you both didn’t have this growing
up so I can understand why you don’t agree with it, but it also
brings people together for all sorts of things. I heard people at
school saying that their parents and even grandparents have
reconnected with people they hadn’t seen or heard from in over
twenty, thirty years or more and it’s all because of social media,”
Felicity said.

Her parents smiled.

“Yeah, it can have some good qualities, but
it can also have bad ones, too. I’ve heard and seen the horror
stories about social media with people messing with other people
and being killed because of it. I’m gonna ask you this bluntly,
Felicity. Are you fucking around with people on there?” Todd
asked.

Catherine stared at her. “That’s what I
would like to know.”

“No! Hell naw I’m not!” Felicity lied.
“People are just haters, that’s all. All bark and no bite. If I
ever came across any of them in person, they’ll pretend that they
don’t even know me.”

“I thought you said you weren’t fucking
around with anyone on there,” Todd reminded her.

“Dad, I’m
not
! What do you mean?”
Felicity asked.

“Because you’re saying stuff that gives us
reason to believe that you could be and you don’t even realize it.
I hope you’re not lying to us because we don’t want anyone showing
up at our front doorstep saying that you were fucking with them on
social media and they wanna settle a score with you,” Todd
said.

“Has anyone come to this door yet talking
shit like that about me?” Felicity asked.

“No, they haven’t,” Todd admitted.

“And we don’t want it to start,” Catherine
said.

“It won’t,” Felicity said. She took a sip of
her coffee. “I’m gonna be late for school. See you both later.”

They nodded with a smile, and then looked at
each other after she left.

“Do you believe her?” Catherine asked.

Todd shrugged. “I don’t know. But she’s
right, no one has come by here asking for her, so I believe her . .
. for now.”

Catherine smiled. “Me too . . . for
now.”

Chapter 2

F
elicity walked down the hall at school with her selfie outfit
on to several guys’ cat calls; she gave them all a big smile, while
the girls stared at her like she was the cause of their breakups
with their boyfriends, and in some cases, she was.

Erin, Felicity’s best
friend, walked alongside her. She in no way compared to Felicity,
with her being in a whole other category of looks, and it wasn’t in
the pretty girls category. But they were best friends since middle
school and were always there for each other no matter what. Erin
knew that Felicity always sought attention and would do whatever
she could for it, and since she didn’t desire attention at all,
Felicity didn’t have to worry about her being a threat to her at
all. But she did worry about how Felicity had the reputation as
being a fuck girl, and feared that something bad might happen to
her because of it. “Felicity, Sloan has seen your latest selfie and
he’s already bitchin’ about you cheating on him and wanting so much
attention from other guys even though you two are together. Does it
even bother you at all that people call you Feli
tity
instead of your name when you
post those tit pics? I think it’s degrading as hell!”

“Not at all. Haters are
gonna hate, especially the girls, because I have big tits —
real tits
— and I’m not
afraid of showing them off even though as you’ve seen, I don’t go
completely topless because I don’t have to. But anyway, Sloan knows
I’m not cheating on him so I don’t know what the hell he’s worried
about,” Felicity said, and then winked at a guy who waved to her
while he stood in a circle with all of his friends.

Erin noticed this. “Felicity, you need to
stop all of this flirting with other guys. Sloan’s been really
pissed at you lately for all of the selfies you’ve been putting up
of yourself wearing provocative clothes and showing a little too
much tits and ass. He says that more guys have practically seen
your whole body more than he’s ever had.”

Felicity grinned as she approached her
locker. “He has nothing to worry about. It’s harmless flirtation. I
see him looking at other girls all of the time and I don’t say
anything about it because those girls know he’s with me and they
can’t compete with me.”

Erin sighed. “I didn’t realize that this was
a competition, Felicity. These girls that you claim can’t compete
with you are constantly talking about how they’re gonna beat your
ass if you don’t stop flirting with their boyfriends.”

Felicity laughed. “They’re full of shit.
What social media site did you see that on?”

“All of them,” Erin informed her, as she
gave her a serious look.

“Well, they haven’t done a damn thing and
they’re not going to because I don’t want any of their ugly-ass
boyfriends. They need to improve their own image instead of always
depending on a guy to justify their existence. These lame-ass
bitches aren’t shit and they know that they’re not because they’re
so damn insecure. I personally don’t need a guy to justify my
existence and I’m the last girl in this world that’s insecure
because I’m not insecure at all. That’s why you don’t see me
getting all into a bitchin-ass fit when Sloan just happens to look
at another girl — like I give a fuck.”

“So you don’t give a fuck about your
relationship with him, is that it?”

“No, I’m not saying that. I’m saying that I
don’t need a boyfriend like the way these bitches around here do.
When it comes to guys, I can take them or leave them, and it’s more
the latter than anything else.”

Erin sighed as she shook her head. “Have you
said any of this to Sloan?”

“Why should I? He doesn’t
need to know,” Felicity replied, and then got out what she needed
for her first classes. As she did, a group of guys walked by
her,
and one pinched her
butt
! She looked at him and grinned; he
grinned back, and then laughed with his friends as he slapped hands
with them and continued to walk with them as if they’d made a bet
with him to do to her what he’d just done.

Erin shook her head. “So
what was
that
all
about? I’m sure Allen didn’t just do that on a whim.”

“You’re right, he didn’t,” Felicity said
with a grin.

Erin looked shocked! “What?! What do you
mean?”

“He asked me if he could do it when I talked
to him through a private chat last night on social media. I sent
him a booty pic of me in these pants, and he just asked me if I
could wear them to school today so he could touch my butt and I
said sure. At least he asked.”

Erin sighed as she shook
her head. “My goodness, Felicity. You need to stop stringing these
guys along.
Seriously
. It’s not right. You know he has a girlfriend and she’s the
fighting type.”

“Jackie isn’t gonna do shit to me,” Felicity
said with certainty. “Like I told my parents this morning, most
people are all bark and no bite, and she’s one of them.”

“Well, you never know when she’ll start
biting — as well as the other girls — just a heads-up.”

“Well, I’m not gonna watch my back — they
need to watch their boyfriends. I’m just having fun with them
because I don’t need them for anything more than just that — having
fun.”

“And fun doesn’t last forever, Felicity, and
you never know when having fun can turn into a lot of trouble —
remember that. See you later,” Erin said, and then walked off to
her first-period class.

“Whatever,” Felicity said, and then looked
at her phone at how her selfie was doing that she took before she
came to school. Suddenly, she got a tap on her shoulder. She turned
around. “Hey, bae!”

It was her boyfriend Sloan.
“Don’t ‘Hey, bae’ me, Felicity. Because I sure as hell haven’t been
your
before anything else,
and you know it,” Sloan said.

Felicity scoffed. “Sloan, let’s not start
off this day arguing, okay? It’s unhealthy to always be mad at each
other. You know you’re my bae and I’m yours.”

“Well, I sure as hell don’t feel like it.
What is up with these damn selfies, huh? I told you that I don’t
want you taking pictures with your tits and ass always hanging
out.”

“And you don’t tell me what to do with my
own body because I sure as hell don’t tell you what to do with
yours.”