You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy .
Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.
Did someone come to mind, because I know one did for me.
There's this one fuckboy at my school, Connor Owens, and he's probably the hottest guy in my grade. At least that's what all the girls think. He's tall, has brown hair, tanned skin, and the most mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. He's a really fun person to be around, and he's a pretty smart guy. We're in all the AP classes together.
It may sound like I'm attracted to him, but then again, who wouldn't be. The only turn-off for me is that he's a fuckboy. In all honesty, he's fucked every girl in our grade except for maybe 4 of us. Granted, our school is small and our graduating class in made up of only 48 students in total.
We're going into our senior year, and all I know is that he's tried getting me to sleep with him quite a few times last year, but I haven't given him the satisfaction of my hot bod.
Hah, just kidding.
But seriously, that is my life goal right now, to just make it through high school without giving him the pleasure of sleeping with yours truly.
My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone.Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this.
I was right so far. Everyone was sitting or grouped up around their desks, talking about Brooklynn. They were discussing why, when, and how she gave up her body to him. It was sick kind of, that people all knew the details. I honestly felt bad for her, but at the same time, I wanted to see how she was taking all this attention. She was in the other homeroom though, so I'd have to see in our first class.
Mr. Porter stood behind Connor and I, clearing his voice and removing Connor's arm from my chair.Thanks teach.
If you didn't already guess, Ellie said yes. She's so hopeless at this point, I had to stop fighting for her and just focus on myself. After she said yes, Connor and Ellie both ran off to do who knows what for the last few minutes of lunch. I chose to ignore everyone for the rest of the day until it came time for my final work period.I went into the library l
I changed into my practice clothes for soccer, fixed my hair up into a ponytail, then started heading to the weight room. Before entering, I took a deep breath. I wasn't sure what I was going to be getting myself into, but I knew it wasn't what I was imagining this morning.I walked down the small set of stairs, a group of four boys coming into view. I saw Con
After we had finished up bowling, it was about 7:30 at night and my mom was bugging me about being home for dinner. Connor laughed, but understood and got all the guys to start finishing up. I had turned in my shoes and was heading for my car when Connor yelled out my name again.I turned to see him running up to me, "We should do something tomorrow as well. I
Ellie was sure to find me quickly when it came lunch time. She sat directly across from me, slamming her tray down along with herself."What the hell are you telling Connor? Why does he all of a sudden want to sleep with me directly after I tell you he doesn't?"
We both met up in the gym where the boys were."Hey Connor... and Elizabeth. What, are you two going to be like, best friends or something?"
Ellie and I were preparing for the party, and much to my dismay, Ellie wouldn't allow me to wear what I was wearing to school. Something about, "Even though you're going to break up with Connor, doesn't mean you have to look like garbage while doing it." I went along with Ellie, trying my best to take my mind off of things.I changed into another pair of darke
Later in the day after Mr. Porter spoke with me, my mind was racing with thoughts on what I should do. I loved being with Connor and just hanging out, but when I thought of how everyone made my personal relationships their own business and even made bets on my sexual life, I grew old of it. Part of me wanted to end the whole romantic part of our relationship and just go back to being friends like how the beginning of the year was, but then the other part of me wanted to run away with Connor and just be together without anyone else bugging us.
The next morning, Connor and I didn't really talk. Mostly because I was dealing with a massive hangover, and I wasn't in the mood to speak or even listen. Luckily for me, I still had to go to school today.As I headed to my locker, I ignored mostly everyone and kept my head down. Lights weren't my friend today. I quickly grabbed my notebooks, lightly shutting
The girls' soccer game had finished up with the home team winning by two goals, and I was already sprinting for my car, ready to finish the night strong. Connor and the others were following behind as quickly as possible, considering Connor's condition.I had opened the trunk and was changing my clothes in the parking lot. Connor had reached me just as I was a
The next day was the closest thing to hell I personally have ever been through. I had never enjoyed the thought of everyone being interested in my personal life, especially to the point where everyone knew if I had been sexually active with my partner. After the rumor had started, part of me was hoping that since most students had believed the rumor, maybe they'd stop paying attention to Connor and I.
I stared at my phone, and the picture of Connor and I kissing in my car before we left to go nap at his house. Someone had taken the picture through one of the classroom windows by the looks of it. There was only a single caption over the photo.Guess who's the ultimate fuckboy?
The next day, I arrived at school and waited for Connor. His mother was dropping him off since he was still feeling some effects from his medication from the night before. I made sure that I'd help just in case he was really out of it, but considering his mother was letting him go to school, I was sure it wouldn't be that bad.Boy, was I wrong.
The sun was shining onto my face, forcing me to open my eyes and face reality again. But the sight wasn't so bad since it was Connor's face. He was already awake and smiling down at me. "Morning, beautiful."I rubbed my eyes, trying to look into the sunlight without hating it. "Why are you up so early?"
I was in one of the few places in my town where I felt safe and alone. No one else was around, and I could pretend that there were no rumors about my life. I stood in the middle of the soccer field, a ball under my foot. I was trying my best to forget about everything I had heard earlier. I started walking with the ball dribbling between my feet towards the goal. Just as I reached the end of the penalty box, I kicked the ball lightly into the goal.