F#ckGirl (F#ckGirl #1) by Sheila Michelle Page A

didn’t start
anything. Like I said, I don’t back down from anyone.”
    “That’s a lame answer, Felicity,” Erin
replied. She sighed as she shook her head. “And what did Stacia do
to you that you had to ruin her purse and mark up her bag with her
own lipstick, huh? And not to mention you stole her lipstick, too!
I thought you said that Jay meant nothing to you? Well, you sure as
hell didn’t prove that tonight, now did you? What you did was what
a typical hating-ass bitch would do that feels that another girl
has stolen her spotlight, and you know it.”
    “Please. That girl is more
than likely not innocent in the least bit — tryin’ to come to a
club dressed all classy — she’s just trash in a pricy dress with a
pricy bag, but that bag is fucked up now because she shouldn’t have
taken Jay’s attention away from me! That was supposed to be my time with him, not hers ! And he even
said how much we were gonna be all over each other tonight since I
texted him right before we went there and told him that I was gonna
be there. He should’ve kept his promise to me instead of ignoring
me like I wasn’t there just because some other bitch shows up there
that he wasn’t expecting to see. He needs his ass beat, for real.
He’s the type that’ll be married about ten times when he’s older
because he’ll always wanna be married to the best looking bitch he
can get because when one gets too old and ugly for him, he’ll be on
to another one. All he wants is a fuckin’ trophy without knowing
shit about what a bitch is really like. I hope that Stacia bitch
never calls him after tonight because he’s not boyfriend material.”
    Erin stared at her. “Well,
I think you’re right about Jay, Felicity. But what you did to
Stacia was wrong. She’s the one who got hurt behind all of this, not Jay. You were
obviously so pissed off at Jay that you took your anger out on the
wrong person, and you shouldn’t have done that, Felicity. If you
wanted to do anything with that drink, you should’ve thrown it
in his face and
marked up his clothes and face with your lipstick and just left Stacia alone. You made her
first experience at the club really bad, Felicity, and it was all
over some damn boy that you yourself said didn’t mean shit to
you.”
    “Well, that’ll teach
her and him a
lesson for practically throwing their love-at-first-sight interest
in each other in my face. People do shit on purpose, Erin, and I
believe that’s what they were doing even though they tried to
pretend like they weren’t. Like I said, Stacia is the type that
tries to act all innocent, but all the while she’s turning her ass
up to guys like him while wearing classy dresses and probably
posting a ton of naked selfies of herself and not showing her face.
I’ve never posted any naked selfies and you know it.”
    Erin shook her head. “What does selfies have
to do with what you did to her bag? And I really hope you find it
in you to tell her that you’re sorry for what you did and to return
that lipstick to her. You know, that’s not the type of lipstick
that you can buy at a drugstore.”
    Felicity looked at the lipstick. “It’s too
pretty for her to have it.”
    “So you think you deserve it?”
    “Of course!”
    “Well, I don’t want any part of this. I told
you what you need to do so if you don’t say you’re sorry to Stacia
for ruining her purse and stealing her lipstick then that’s on you.
I know that I tried to talk you into doing the right thing, so
you’re on your own.”
    “Erin, please. You know you’ve stolen stuff
before.”
    “Yeah, and that was ten
years ago when I was seven years old. My mom found the stash of
candy in my bedroom that I stole from that small grocery store that
had no alarms at the time, and went with me to return it. When we
got back home, she whooped my ass and my dad did as well, and I
haven’t stolen anything since then. I’ve told you that story a
million times, but I’ve never