Four.
Stacey was heading towards Kim’s
car at the end of the day when
someone stopped her.
“Stacey!” Axel yelled as he ran over,
adorned in his football uniform.
They had been ‘friends with
benefits’ for a few weeks and the
whole school seemed to know
about it. Stacey didn’t quite know
whether to be happy about that or
not.
Axel stopped in front of her,
breathing heavily.
“Can you come over tonight?” He
asked and she frowned.
“But it’s-”
“Yeah Tuesday, I know.” He said.
“That doesn’t matter. You gonna
come round?”
Stacey didn’t really know what to
do. They had only ever ‘done it’ on
Wednesdays and Saturdays. It was
routine. It was safe.
“Why?” Stacey asked and Axel
scoffed.
“Does it really matter?”
Stacey bit her lip. Everyone was
looking at them. They couldn’t hear
the conversation but they knew
what was going to happen. Axel
and Stacey were sex buddies…and
if she suddenly said no.
What would they do? How would
they react?
She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t
be bothered by other people’s
thoughts. But Stacey was the glue
of the cheerleading squad, she was
the girl everyone was looking up to.
She was Axel’s f--k buddy.
And if she let everyone down…then
what was the point of her even
being there.
“Okay.” Stacey said quietly.
Axel breathed out in relief and
nodded as a few of his friends
came over.
“Hey Ax!” One of them called out as
they reached him, placing a hand
on his shoulder and looking over at
Stacey.
“So this is the girl you’ve been
s------g?”
Stacey suddenly felt sick.
They hadn’t asked if she was his
girl or if they were together. They
had asked is she was the girl he
had been s------g.
“Yeah.”
That was all Axel said.
“She’s hot.” One of them said.
“Bet she’d be a great f--k.”
“You gonna share her, Ax?”
The last comment made Stacey look
up at Axel so quickly that she nearly
got whiplash. He didn’t say
anything for a moment and looked
at Stacey, raising an eyebrow at her
when he saw her shocked face.
“How about it?” One of Axel’s
friends said. “You wanna go for a
ride with me too?”
“No…” Stacey mumbled quietly.
“Why not?” He scoffed. “You dress
like a s--t so why the hell are you
trying to act like you’re not?”
That made Stacey look down at her
outfit – a dark blue mini skit with a
sleeveless shirt tucked into it.
She hadn’t felt like a s--t when she
had picked it out. She thought she
looked pretty. A few days ago
Stacey went shopping and bought
lots of clothes for the summer that
she thought would be cute and
pretty.
She thought they might catch Axel’s
eye more and he would spend
more time with her.
But now she felt stupid.
She felt naked in her clothes.
“So what do you say, baby?” One of
the guys smirked. “You wanna
spend the night with me instead of
Axel?”
Stacey looked over to the boy she
loved and noticed how he just
stood there, flicking through the
messages on his phone. She slowly
pulled her eyes away from him and
felt completely hurt.
He wasn’t even doing anything to
stop them.
Didn’t boyfriends stick up for their
girls?
But then again…Stacey was his f--k
buddy….not his girlfriend.
Everyone was looking and everyone
was watching. And that only
spurred Stacey on more. She
couldn’t look like a fool…like an
idiot.
Stacey looked up at the guy who
was leering down at her, a pathetic
smirk on his face and she smiled
sweetly.
“Sure.” She murmured and put a
hand to his chest.
But no matter how much she told
herself that the boy in front of her
was the pathetic one…she had
never felt more worthless or
pathetic in all her life.
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Triple update! And that’s it for
today (I think)! I hope that made
up for the wait and I hope you
enjoyed 😀

Five.
Stacey Williams had finally
realized that she was trying to
make Axel Teller jealous.
It had been weeks since she
had taken up the offer one of his
friends gave her and there had
been many more offers since.
And she accepted each one.
She came home late, worried
her parents and her grades began
to decline.
When she got dressed in the
morning, she looked in the mirror
and she felt slutty. She didn’t dress
to be pretty anymore. She doubled
up on makeup – building up the
foundation and coating on the
mascara.
She bought push-up bras and
shirts that showed cleavage.
Stacey Williams was not the girl
she used to be.
But her love for Axel Teller was
still there.
She flirted and coaxed her way
around men…but every Wednesday
and Saturday night she would be at
Axel’s door and into his arms. She
knew she was delusional.
Completely and utterly
delusional.
But people say that you do
crazy things for love…that you will
do anything for love.
And Stacey would.
That was how painful it was.
Stacey walked into school, her
shorts clutching the skin at the very
top of her thighs as she walked up
the stairs. She felt a hand slap her
butt and she gulped down the bile
in her throat and instead smiled at
the guy who walked off with a
wink.
She got to her locker where
Kim and half the cheerleading
squad were stood.
“Oh my god, Stacey, I’m so
sorry!” One of them whined with a
pout.
“What?” Stacey frowned.
“You haven’t heard?” Another
one snapped her gum and Stacey
shook her head. “Axel’s f-----g the
nerd.”
“What nerd?” Stacey heard
herself say over the loud beat of
her heart.
“Scarlett.” She said. “The one in
History who answers every f-----g
question!”
Stacey looked away, opening
her locker quietly. She glanced over
at Kim who gave her a sad smile.
Kim understood her. Everyone
knew that Stacey was sex buddies
with Axel. That they were friends
with benefits.
But Kim knew how much
Stacey loved him.
‘You okay?’ Kim mouthed to
her.
Stacey shook her head and
grabbed her books for first period.
She shut her locker and
sighed, grabbing Kim’s arm and
pushing past the rest of the girls.
They walked down the hallways
when they heard a commotion
round the corner.
They stepped round the corner
and saw a few people laughing and
cheering two people on.
Stacey watched with a glare as
Axel wrapped his arm around the
nerd, Scarlett’s shoulder, and kissed
her. Passionately. Lovingly.
Nothing like how he kissed
Stacey.
Stacey shook with anger and
stormed forward as they pulled
away from each other. They noticed
her as she walked near them.
“B---h.” Stacey muttered to
Scarlett and shoved her shoulder
with her own making the girl fall to
the ground and gasp in pain.
“The f--k was that for?” Axel
called out, wrapping his arms
protectively around Scarlett.
Stacey sneered at them and
continued to walk down the
hallway towards the washrooms.
“Get the hell out!” She yelled to
the girls in there and they ran out
quickly.
Stacey placed her hands on the
edge of the skin and breathed,
shaking in pure anger.
She heard the door and looked
over to see Kim walking in.
“That f-----g bastard.” Stacey
hissed. “I gave my virginity to that
d--k. God, I’m so angry! I could
always do better than him but I
stayed with the a-----e. Always!
Every Wednesday and Saturday, I
was wasting my time with him!”
Kim stopped beside Stacey and
placed a hand on her back.
“I’m so angry!” Stacey yelled. “I
don’t even care anymore!”
There was a silence for a
moment – an eerie and unnerving
silence.
“If you’re so angry,” Kim said
quietly, “then why do you look like
you want to cry?”
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I hope you enjoyed this!

Seven.
Hanging from the handles on
Stacey’s closet were two outfits.
One was a short, grey pencil skirt
paired with a baggy black cropped
sweater which hung off her
shoulder gently. The other was a
bright red mini skirt with a tight
tank top to tuck inside.
Stacey bit her lip and sighed,
glancing over at the clock on her
beside table.
It was already quarter to five and
although her hair and makeup was
completely done – she didn’t want
to be late.
None of the guys liked it when she
was late.
Stacey stepped forward and
released her lip from her teeth and
grabbed the outfit to her left.
***
Walking down the stairs was
proving to be painfully difficult in
the short skirt and high heels. The
skirt was flapping up and revealing
nearly everything and the heels
were seconds away from making
her topple over.
But it didn’t matter anyway.
She wouldn’t be wearing them for
long during her ‘date’.
She got to the end of the stairs and
grabbed her purse, walking into
the sitting. She leaned against the
door frame and sighed as the
completely silent house greeted
her.
Stacey’s parents had gone to a
work-do for her Dad’s job. They
had told her it was only for adults
and that it was just to celebrate the
year.
But Stacey has found the invite
tucked away one day and saw the
clear letters that stated that it was a
party in honour of her father’s
promotion she knew nothing
about.
And it was clear that kids could
come too.
She had just shrugged it off
though. Her parents didn’t want
her to be there and that was fine.
The hurt didn’t last that long
anyway.
The doorbell rang and Stacey took a
deep breath, ridding her mind of
useless thoughts and walked out of
the sitting room, grabbing the
spare key as she went. She opened
the door and Scottie was stood
there – curly blonde hair adorned
with a baby blue button down shirt
and dark jeans.
She smiled slightly and he smiled
back.
“You look great.” He said as he eyes
trailed down her body and she saw
him gulp a little.
“You don’t look too bad yourself.”
Stacey smirked. “So, yours or
mine?”
“Actually, neither.” Scottie laughed.
“We’re going to a diner.”
“A diner?” Stacey frowned.
Scottie laughed nervously. “I
needed a date for this family dinner
thing I have.”
Stacey’s eyes nearly buldged out of
her head.
“Family?” She breathed out and
Scottie winced, rubbing the back of
his head.
“Yeah I’m sorry.” He said. “It was
short notice and they’ve been
bugging me for ages to bring a girl
so…”
Was she suddenly an escort now?
“So…you want me to meet your
parents?” Stacey cringed. “Now?”
“If you don’t mind.” Scottie bit his
lip and Stacey sighed, looking at the
ground before slowly staring back
up at the blonde haired boy.
“Fine.” She said. “But…just give me a
minute, okay?”
Scottie nodded and Stacey opened
the door a bit wider. “You can
come in, I’ll be back in a sec.”
Stacey ran upstairs, her skirt
swishing up and her heels making
her nearly go face-first onto the
ground. She got to her room and
walked straight in, shutting her
door behind her.
Stacey had never met the ‘parents’
before and it may not be in a
relationship context but she was
nervous all the same.
She leaned against the door and
looked over at her wardrobe door,
staring at the outfit hanging from
the handle. She sighed and pushed
herself off from the door, heading
towards her closest and picking up
the smarter looking outfit.