This Is Fucking Gay - Part 2

This is Fucking Gay - Part 2

Part 1 here

On a break between classes, Nicole and Jecka went outside to smoke. Jecka takes out two semi-expensive cigarettes and lights both up, handing one to Nicole, who approaches and takes a long puff of it, blowing rings of smoke soon after.

— … Were you serious about fucking me? — Jecka breaks the confortable silence.

— Fucking you in what.

— Leather?

— Oh. I thought you were saying that I was fucking you in some subject.

— That’s also true, I really cannot skip more history classes.

— Why are you bringing that up? You know I would not fuck you.

— Somehow, I cannot decline neither accept you fucking me.

— Yeah, I have this power. So, does that make you gay? — she puffs again.

— Oh no, I’m not gay. I just kiss girls because all the boys suck. — she blows smoke.

— Damn, you’re right. I should start doing this too.

— Have you ever kissed someone here?

— I did kiss Ari at some point. You?

— I kissed Kelly at a party. — she looks down, not fully accepting what she just said.

— Really now? Kelly? Come on, I’m prettier than that.

— Yeah you are… I was, like, super drunk. — Jecka looks up again and takes one more, excited. Nicole chuckles between another puff of the cigarette. A very genuine laugh. Then, she looks down on her own cigarette, smirking.

— So I'm prettier huh?

— You're saying that like you don’t know it. — Jecka grins.

— I think you’re prettier than me.

— Well, duh, but your dad is dead and that’s hot.

— You wished your dad was dead, that is also hot. — they stare each other for a while, not even putting her lips on the cigarettes. Jecka looks down, smiling, and talks.

— You’re more fucked up. Like, you are a damned sociopath. You make me question reality sometimes. Like, if I had made some screwed choice somewhere I would end up arrested and it would be your fault somehow.

— … — this small… confession? Maybe that’s not the definition, but it surely was enough to make Nicole’s eyes widen. After recovering, she smirks. — That’s hot. What is with you today, you keep making me turned on. — she teases, using a more sexy voice.

— You just proved my point. — Jecka smiles, looking at Nicole. The brunette approaches Jecka and rubs her cigarette against hers. — … Somehow, that’s gayer than gay sex.

— I saw this on tumblr, like, some girl puffed some smoke on the mouth of the other girl and they kissed.

— I don’t know If I think this is hot or terrifying.

— A bit of both?

— I’m not trying.

— Yeah, I’m too straight for kissing. — Nicole chuckles, eyes trading views between Jecka and the cigarettes rubbing.

— And you are too straight to do what the hell you are doing right now? — Jecka raises one eyebrow, amused.

— We do drugs together, it is worse than this. — Nicole takes some steps back, returning to smoke normally. — Like you would not fuck me. — Jecka chuckles, rolling her eyes softly.

— I feel like this conversation is returning to the same point.

— Yeah, I’m repeating myself because I know that if I repeat myself long enough you will agree.

— Do you want to do gay sex?

— Do you?

— … Again, I do not have an answer.

— Fuck. Just say yes so I can reject you.

— Why? I’m freaking hot.

— So? I can resist. — Nicole’s eyes squint in a sensual way.

— I passed out last week on your bed and you gave me water when I woke up, that's pretty gay.

— That’s the bare minimum! — she smiles, still trying to keep the fight.

— Well, you never do the bare minimum, how should I know when you are flirting and when you are being a bitch?

— Joke is on you, I do both at the same time. — she blows more smoke.

— True though… — Jecka follows.

— Should we kiss to end the debate?

— It is pretty gay to keep asking me to kiss you.

— True. — Nicole puffs some smoke. — … You think I’m a homossexual?

— Honestly, I’m pretty high on percs right now, I'm not thinking about anything.

— Yeah, this is going nowhere.

— Is it wrong to fuck a girl?

— We should not fuck. We are too pretty to fuck each other. It will cause an imbalance in the world.

— Can we kiss though?

— I guess a peck would be fine.

Nicole throws her cigarette on the ground and steps on it. After that, she approaches Jecka, who puts her cigarette down. Without hesitation, Nicole grabs Jecka’s chin and pulls closer, as the blonde leans to a peck – which should be brief. It lasts a bit more than expected, and, as Jecka’s hands pull Nicole closer, they both start to put tongue on it. After probably some minutes, as they lost track of time, Nicole takes one step back, separating the two. Jecka takes a second to breathe. As soon as she can talk, Nicole wipes her mouth and exclaims:

— Bitch, is this the $1 lipstick from that atrocious store at the mall? — Nicole seems actually upset.

— It is strawberry, thank you.

— Holy shit, you’re poor as fuck.

— Bitch, I bought Starbucks.

— And you kiss me with this lipstick??

— Bitch, I buy you adderall every fucking week.

— And you chose to kiss me with that lipstick.

— Like I would know I was going to kiss you.

— You have to be prepared everyday to kiss me.

— … — without response, they stay in silence for some seconds — Should we do it again or…

— No bitch, your lipstick FUCKING SUCKS.

— YOU KISSED ME FOR SEVERAL MINUTES.

— ‘CAUSE I AM A GOOD FREAKING ACTRESS.

The bell rings. Their free time is over, Unfortunately, they cannot miss every class or they will fail school.

— Ugh, I have chemistry now. — Nicole rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

— No we don’t.

— The subject, bitch.

— Oh.

Nicole grabs her bag and starts to walk into the school again. On the top of the staircase, she looks back at Jecka and says:

— Buy better lipstick for next time.

— For next–

Before hearing any response, Nicole walks away, towards the Chemistry’s class. Jecka is left there, confused. After thinking for some seconds, she grabs her stuff too and goes to her class, but not before leaving a remark:

— … What an asshole fucking bitch. AND gay. She’s just… All the wrong in the world. — And she takes her steps, at a normal pace, going towards her class. She fixes her make up a bit, smiling.

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2 years ago

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2 years ago

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darukee

5 months ago

At least she'll be gorgeous forever

tw: Suicide, Rape briefly mentioned, Major character death, Spoilers of Flipside. This one is following THAT ending where Nicole fucks Jecka's life by being a foot whore with Jecka's Dad . . .

Jecka has been out a while. After yelling at Nicole about how the brunette was doing feet stuff with her dad, she rushed to her room. No more sounds were heard, as Jecka’s Dad voice kept Nicole occupied. She was having some fun, having so much control over the situation. After Jecka refused to share her money maker job with her, she felt like she had to pay it back somehow.

And she did. Stepping on her dad. Sounds reasonable.

“I’m so fucking done with this”, in a shaking voice, were Jecka’s final words.

After some time, Nicole knocks at Jecka’s door after interrupting the “feet section” she was having with her Dad:

— Jecka? Are you there? I was starting to think that what I did was maybe too much. I mean, you deserved it, you were like, a bitch not sharing your money maker career with me, but I can let it pass now that I fucked with your life–

As Nicole opens the door, she sees a terrifying sight. Her eyes widen. Jecka is lying down at her bed, in lingerie and jeans shorts. Lots of percs by her side. An entire bottle, spread against the mattress. And there lies her cold and stagnant body. There is a note by the bed. Still a bit in shock, Nicole grabs the note and reads it.

“Is this perspective?

Remember when you were like 12 and watching some shitty Law and Order rip off show?

There was always an episode where the cops interview a hooker from the scene of the crime, and she was like this bad neighborhood ornament, like, had no story beyond.

‘Yeah, I was sucking dick and heard a gunshot.’

And then you barely think about her.

You watch it like that's just supposed to be the stupid whore character.

Like that's her thing. It doesn't even come into your mind. You just passively think, oh, I'll never be her.

But then you grow up to be gorgeous. Get handouts for it. Your parents get divorced, your friends move away. You need drugs and money and money for drugs.

And are these excuses or justifications? You tell me. I told myself I was a sex worker, not lazy, pathetic, desperate — a ‘sex worker’.

Sex worker felt a lot better than whore, but it didn't change the reality.

Reality is, I was just another stupid whore. I was a dumb, stupid, fucking foot whore. So laugh all you want. Forget about me all you want.

But at least I'll be gorgeous forever.”

— … Damn Jecka. You always know how to make me feel bad. At least you died pretty hot… As you wanted to, i guess.

She walks around for a few seconds. Her hands feel her pulsation — none. Then, she looks around.

— Where did you put your cigarettes? I really need one right now.

Nicole roams throughout the room a bit more, finding some cigarettes on her bedside table, with some adderall.

— Yeah, I’ll be taking that. I mean, I told you I wanted to kill myself first, but nooo, you had to take that from me…

Nicole lights up a cigarette, gulps down an adderall and walks out of the room after walking around for some good minutes.

She goes to the dad’s room.

— Hey, I still have some good 5 minutes with you here! — he yells.

Nicole puffs some smoke.

— Rules changed. Your daughter killed herself.

— W—What? That bitch—

Staring at the smoke, Nicole reflects on her words. Jecka was really dead. Her only friend is lying down, coldly, all because she couldn’t let it slide.

— … Crap… — for the first time in a long while, guilt can be felt on her expression.

Without even hearing his words, she just leaves the house. No goodbyes, nothing. She would be back at the funeral though.

Two weeks later, at school, she finds herself roaming through the halls, until she is stopped by Emily.

— Don’t you have any classes right now? I’m pretty sure you skipped enough to actually repeat a year…

— Since when have you talked to me in free and spontaneous will?

— It is not like you have anyone after– Emily interrupts herself — I mean…

— … — Nicole sighs —Talking about Jecka’s suicide is not a taboo, cunt.

— I see you are coping really well with it… — the blonde answers sarcastically.

— Well, she was your biggest client, are you not affected at all?

— She payed me $5 a week for adderall, if that’s is my biggest client I would rather be raped by the homeless guy down the road.

— I just don’t care about classes anymore. Jecka was the only thing that tied me to this place. The only thing bearable. — she stops herself for some seconds — And, fuck, she is gone. She is gone because I did what I do best. Being a shit friend.

Nicole stops again, but returns:

— You know what? I hate you. I hate everyone who goes here. Every man is a fucking pedophile and every girl is just unbearable to talk to. And she used to buy most of my drugs, so I am out of it too.

— Bitch, I literally sell drugs. Just buy from me.

— I do not fucking care! — she yells — Jecka ’s dead because of me and I killed the only thing that kept me sane in this stupid place. I’m killing myself, goodbye. — she walks away, ignoring everything around her.

— Damn, I lost that client too… I’m going to see if Kelly is interested in some adderall. — Emily turns her back and goes in the opposite direction.

Nicole walked through the hall, aiming for the exit, when she was interrupted by the mentioned, Kelly, who was going to class.

— Aren’t you supposed to be in photography right now?

— Yeah, change of plans, I’m killing myself now.

— Oh, cool. Is this because of Jecka?

— I have no fucking idea, my dad killed himself! I have a lot of excuses!

— She was nice, and hot. I miss her.

— … I miss her too. — Nicole sighs in clear honesty.

— Sorry for asking, but how did she die?

— Oh, I— Uh— I— Was… Uh… Engaging with her dad?

— DID YOU FUCK HER DAD????

— No, but somehow this is better than that I did