table.
Once they approached it,
Stacia picked up her bag and dug into it; she shrieked! “What the f—”
“What’s wrong?” Jay asked, as he wiped sweat
off of his forehead with a napkin.
“My bag! It’s all wet inside! I
know I didn’t spill my drink in it! And I
don’t carry anything that could spill in it and make it wet like
this! It’s totally flooded with a soda or something! What the
hell?” Stacia said, as she looked very upset. She turned around the
bag and gasped in horror at the red marks all over the back of it!
“Who the hell did this to my bag? Who ?! This was intentionally done!
What the hell! Jay, are you sure you’re not seeing
anyone?!”
“No, baby, I’m not! I don’t have a
girlfriend, I swear I don’t!” Jay replied, and he was telling the
truth.
Stacia started to cry. “This bag was a gift
from my parents for my sweet sixteen. I only carry it a few times a
year,” she sobbed. “How could someone do this?! They don’t even
know me! How hateful and disgusting! It’s ruined! My beautiful bag
is ruined!” she sobbed.
Jay tried to console her as he looked around
the club. He locked eyes with Felicity. “Excuse me,” he said to
Stacia. She nodded as she sobbed and stared at her ruined bag. He
walked right over to Felicity as she continued to stare at him. He
approached her. “Did you do that to Stacia’s bag?”
“So that’s her name,” Felicity said with a
smirk.
“You didn’t answer my question!” Jay angrily
yelled.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking
about!” Felicity yelled back.
“Wait! What happened?” Erin asked Jay.
“Stacia’s bag is all fucked up. It looks
like a whole drink was poured into it because it’s all wet on the
inside and smeared on the outside with red lipstick. And it’s
obvious that a bitch did it because she’s been gettin’ hated on a
lot by a lot of bitches in here tonight since this is her first
time coming here. I just need to find out who the bitch is that did
this!” Jay said.
“Well, don’t look at me,” Felicity said.
“Let’s go, Erin.”
Stacia approached Jay. “My lipstick is
missing, too! Whoever did this to my bag did it with my lipstick
and then stole it!” she cried.
Erin looked at Stacia when she said this as
Felicity led her away from them and out of the club. “Um . . .
Felicity?”
“I’m hungry,” Felicity said. “How about some
tacos?”
Erin stared at her. “Sure, if you’re
buying.”
Felicity laughed. “Of course I am!”
Chapter 9
A s
Erin drove them to a fast-food taco restaurant, Felicity pulled out
Stacia’s red lipstick. “Would you pay $90 for this?” she
asked.
Erin looked at the
lipstick. “Felicity, just where in the hell did you get that
lipstick from?! Please don’t tell
me that it was you who—”
“Took her lipstick? Yeah, it was me,
obviously, because she shouldn’t have taken my man.”
Erin slammed on her brakes!
Felicity jerked forward! “What the fuck,
Erin! Why the fuck did you stop?!”
“I’m going back to the club
and you’re giving that girl back her lipstick and saying that
you’re sorry for destroying her purse because I know it was you who
did it! Is that why you wanted another drink when you were only
halfway through with your first one? Huh? And Jay is not your man so that girl
never stole him from you! Dammit, Felicity!”
“You’re not going back to the club, okay? So
just calm down and drive us to the restaurant,” Felicity
instructed.
Erin sighed. She then put her head on the
steering wheel for a second. She looked up at Felicity. “Don’t you
have any conscience about all of your fuckery?”
“It’s not fuckery to me. People aren’t
perfect and they need to stop acting as if they are. They do shit
that’s worthy of getting shit done back to them. I don’t think I’m
causing any fuckery because people are always starting shit and it
starts with them talking, and they wanna act like they
Once they approached it,
Stacia picked up her bag and dug into it; she shrieked! “What the f—”
“What’s wrong?” Jay asked, as he wiped sweat
off of his forehead with a napkin.
“My bag! It’s all wet inside! I
know I didn’t spill my drink in it! And I
don’t carry anything that could spill in it and make it wet like
this! It’s totally flooded with a soda or something! What the
hell?” Stacia said, as she looked very upset. She turned around the
bag and gasped in horror at the red marks all over the back of it!
“Who the hell did this to my bag? Who ?! This was intentionally done!
What the hell! Jay, are you sure you’re not seeing
anyone?!”
“No, baby, I’m not! I don’t have a
girlfriend, I swear I don’t!” Jay replied, and he was telling the
truth.
Stacia started to cry. “This bag was a gift
from my parents for my sweet sixteen. I only carry it a few times a
year,” she sobbed. “How could someone do this?! They don’t even
know me! How hateful and disgusting! It’s ruined! My beautiful bag
is ruined!” she sobbed.
Jay tried to console her as he looked around
the club. He locked eyes with Felicity. “Excuse me,” he said to
Stacia. She nodded as she sobbed and stared at her ruined bag. He
walked right over to Felicity as she continued to stare at him. He
approached her. “Did you do that to Stacia’s bag?”
“So that’s her name,” Felicity said with a
smirk.
“You didn’t answer my question!” Jay angrily
yelled.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking
about!” Felicity yelled back.
“Wait! What happened?” Erin asked Jay.
“Stacia’s bag is all fucked up. It looks
like a whole drink was poured into it because it’s all wet on the
inside and smeared on the outside with red lipstick. And it’s
obvious that a bitch did it because she’s been gettin’ hated on a
lot by a lot of bitches in here tonight since this is her first
time coming here. I just need to find out who the bitch is that did
this!” Jay said.
“Well, don’t look at me,” Felicity said.
“Let’s go, Erin.”
Stacia approached Jay. “My lipstick is
missing, too! Whoever did this to my bag did it with my lipstick
and then stole it!” she cried.
Erin looked at Stacia when she said this as
Felicity led her away from them and out of the club. “Um . . .
Felicity?”
“I’m hungry,” Felicity said. “How about some
tacos?”
Erin stared at her. “Sure, if you’re
buying.”
Felicity laughed. “Of course I am!”
Chapter 9
A s
Erin drove them to a fast-food taco restaurant, Felicity pulled out
Stacia’s red lipstick. “Would you pay $90 for this?” she
asked.
Erin looked at the
lipstick. “Felicity, just where in the hell did you get that
lipstick from?! Please don’t tell
me that it was you who—”
“Took her lipstick? Yeah, it was me,
obviously, because she shouldn’t have taken my man.”
Erin slammed on her brakes!
Felicity jerked forward! “What the fuck,
Erin! Why the fuck did you stop?!”
“I’m going back to the club
and you’re giving that girl back her lipstick and saying that
you’re sorry for destroying her purse because I know it was you who
did it! Is that why you wanted another drink when you were only
halfway through with your first one? Huh? And Jay is not your man so that girl
never stole him from you! Dammit, Felicity!”
“You’re not going back to the club, okay? So
just calm down and drive us to the restaurant,” Felicity
instructed.
Erin sighed. She then put her head on the
steering wheel for a second. She looked up at Felicity. “Don’t you
have any conscience about all of your fuckery?”
“It’s not fuckery to me. People aren’t
perfect and they need to stop acting as if they are. They do shit
that’s worthy of getting shit done back to them. I don’t think I’m
causing any fuckery because people are always starting shit and it
starts with them talking, and they wanna act like they
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