fucboi & me [discontinued]

Chap. 01 - Hi, I Hate Fuckboys

If there are things I hate most in the world, those would be bad hair days, cracked cellphone screens, empty cereal boxes and fuckboys. Most especially fuckboys, I might add.

If you don't know what 'fuckboys' are, look it up on urban dictionary and learn about their characteristics, and their techniques to get into your pants. They're stupid and hormonal, and they're only looking for a good fuck.

I should know, since that's what I see everyday. Especially the fuckboys in my school; the way they wink at me makes me want to yank my hair out! And for you information no, they do not look hot and it makes me hate them even more. Idiotic hormonal teen boys. they just wanna get their filthy dicks wet.

In case I haven't told you, my name is Terra Erundale. I'm 17, in junior year and I like staying in my room while scrolling through Tumblr posts and sometimes celebrity tweets.

I just opened my kik and noticed that there was a person who wants to chat. Whoever the fuck this person is, they're creepy and I definitely do not want to talk to him. Or her.

from: skyrock69
Message: hey there. do you wanna exchange pics? ;)

I shuddered. Oh great. The least thing I would expect is for a creepy fuckboy to dive into my dm's.

I deleted the chat and went back under the covers, falling into a dreamless sleep. Tomorrow is Monday morning and I cannot wait to get up and meet up with my classmates' lovely faces. NOT.

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"Troy, darling please stop playing with your veggies." Mom sighed and took the plastic spoon away from my two-year-old brother who was currently playing with his food, making it splatter everywhere.

I scrunched my nose up at the sight, finding my little brother too cute for his own good. I chewed on my breakfast and constantly checked on my phone, hoping my followers increased just a little bit.

"Terra, no gadgets on the table remember?" Mom gave me an award-winning death glare. Forget resting bitch face. My mom's working it up the next level.

"Mom! You know me, I'm an internet person. I need to keep up with everyone—"

"Or so help me, I will give your phone to little Troy here and you will never get a hold of it again. It's gonna end up ruined, anyway."  she crossed her arms, her eyebrows raising. I fake smiled and nodded, putting my phone in my pocket.

Well, Twitter can wait.

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Currently in school and not liking it.

Everyone here looks dumb and no one seems to be interested in actual learning. I think some of the students only come here because they want to get laid, and for drug exchange. The other really small percentage comes here because they want to study and find a good uni for college.

I rolled my eyes as I passed by a snotty group of senior cheerleaders. They were also known as the TFBD, which is an abbreviation for The Fuckboy Dolls. It's like they're begging for the popular fuckboys to touch them! God, so gross.

Like, can they not try to wear a skimpy skirt that would make Ariana Grande jealous? Hell, these sluts are so mainstream and I hate them with all the hair on my head.

At least I have my phone with me and it's sort of an escape from this fuckboy world I live in. Not that I'm saying that everyone around me are fuckboys, but mostly the boys around me are.

And here comes the most annoying part of my day!

Some of the popular fuckboys pass by me and I cringe. One of them even tried to slap my ass, but I ran before he could touch my luxurious butt. I could hear laughing behind me and I couldn't help but look back angrily.

They just can't keep their goddamn hands to themselves, can they?

I went to the library and literally just avoided any human contact. I hate it when some of the people in school try to socialise with me and then talk, with their lip-glossed smiles and all that.

Like bitch, do I look like I want to talk to you and your caked-up face?!

I plugged my headphones on and began stalking my favourite celebrity stars and youtubers online. Now this is my real way of talking,

Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned my head to the direction of where it came from.

I glared when I realised that it was only Robert. He was the most annoying thing on earth and I didn't like it every time he tries to talk to me. And no, he's not a fuckboy, but he sure is looking for one.

(I've got nothing against gay people, I seriously love them but Robert pisses me off..)

"Hey Terra! I saw you here and I wanted talk about–"

"Robert, save it. I don't wanna listen." I grabbed my things and walked out of the library.

And I didn't care if ever I left Robert there, speechless.