Alice
Just when I actually start to think he might be a half-decent human being, he goes and calls me ugly. How fucking dare he? Every insecurity I’ve ever had rears its ugly head, pushing past thoughts to the surface.
I got picked on at school for a myriad of things. My deathly pale complexion meant I was called dead or a vampire daily. I wore glasses and had train-track braces. I tried my best to blend in as much as I could. I laugh when I think about it now.
That low confidence is what found me with an ungrateful boyfriend that constantly belittled me. We were living together by the time I was seventeen and it took me a long time to wake the fuck up and realise what a prize tool he was.
It helped when I found the text messages on his phone. Laughing with his bit on the side about how little of an idea I had. Mocking me. That’s probably what hurt the most. The person that was supposed to love me most in the world taking the piss out of me.
From that day, I vowed to never attempt to blend in again. After all, it had got me nowhere. I moved out and got residence in halls at Brighton university. A fresh start where I could re-invent myself. I scoured Pinterest for hours looking for a new image. In the end it took a walk through Brighton for me to decide how I wanted to look.
I saw a beautiful woman with the same pale skin as me. She had bright red hair, tattoos, piercings, and wore a navy-blue polka-dot dress with the most stunning red shoes. She was going into a Rockabilly festival.
I went home and googled Rockabilly. These people seemed to favour the fifties and enjoy all things vintage. I’d always been obsessed with that time. Apparently, I watched Grease so many times when I was younger, my mum banned me from eating those candy cigarettes and saying, ‘Tell me about it, stud.’ She’s always been a killjoy.
So, I bought a glorious red hair colour from Superdrug and dyed my dark-blonde hair. I set out to change everything about myself. Over the next six months I got piercings, tattoos, and shopped to my heart’s content. Before buying something, I wouldn’t ask myself ‘what will people think?’, instead I’d ask myself ‘do I love it?’
And I’ve never been happier. But when that dickwad just called me ugly it pulled that awkward, unsure of herself Alice, to the forefront. And for that I hate him.
We can’t all be born with God-like features. Some of us have to work at it.
I hear the front door slam. Thank God. For a few hours I can pretend I live on my own again.
The door knocks a few minutes later. Oh God, the idiot’s obviously forgotten his keys. I’ll have to get him a necklace with a key on it. I stomp towards the door, ready to tear him a new one. Instead I find Brooke and Evelyn there.
‘Don’t shoot!’ Brooke says, her eyes twinkling with comedy. ‘What’s got you looking so pissed?’
‘Huh, how long have you got?’
‘Whatever,’ Evelyn says, passing me as she texts. No doubt her boyfriend Omar from Luna Island. I still find it shocking that they’ve managed all these months with being in different countries, but hey, it works for them. ‘We need to make a plan. Tomorrow we report your revenge porn.’
* * *
Tom
God, I hate an atmosphere. I already feel like a massive bellend for upsetting Alice, but with her storming off to her room it’s not like I could fix it. So that’s how I found myself grabbing my coat and walking to the local pub, where I’m currently chatting up some easy brunette who’s been giving me so many green lights it’s verging on embarrassing.
She leans over, giving me a view of her ample cleavage. ‘How about we get out of here?’
I was waiting for her to offer. I don’t think it would go down too well if I brought her back to the flat. Not with my no girls rule. Or no women rule as Alice likes to call it. God, that broad gets under my skin. I’m supposed to be charming her into bed to win my bet with Nicholas, but the woman is so infuriating I don’t think I’ll be able to.
Within minutes we’re jumping in a taxi and making it back to her flat. I can’t help but notice that ours is far nicer, even with Alice’s crazy taste. I push her against her bedroom wall and start kissing her neck. She’s far more olive-skinned than Alice. Alice is so pale she’s like a porcelain doll. Wait, why the fuck am I thinking about Alice right now?
Get your head in the game, Tom.
I grab one of her tits and squeeze while I grind my dick up against her. This chick’s tits are massive. I don’t even know why I was thinking of Alice. She’s got itty bitty titties. Barely a handful I reckon. But then they are pert... and her nipples always seem to be erect. Poking out from every single top she wears, trying to provoke me.
‘Ooooh!’ she coos, before sticking her tongue down my throat. Fuck, why aren’t I into this? I need to just fucking get on with it.
I throw her onto her bed and tear at her top. She throws it off over her head and has her skirt at her ankles before you can say that was unnervingly easy for her. It’s clear she’s no virgin, but then again neither am I.
I undo my jeans, letting them fall to my ankles. I take out a condom, carefully put it on and then hover over her.
‘Oh Goooooooood!’ she coos like a porn star. ‘Do me! Do me now!’
Ugh.
I pick her up and turn her around so she’s on all fours. I don’t want to be looking at her if she’s going to be making those ridiculous noises. I thrust into her, not caring enough to warm her up first. Low and behold she’s as wet as an otter’s pocket. Dirty bitch.
I fuck out all of my frustration; thrust after thrust making me more relaxed. Fucking Alice annoying the hell out of me. Who the hell does she think she is?
The light catches the woman’s hair and for a second it has a tinge of redness to it. I imagine it’s Alice I’m fucking some sense into, and suddenly my mojo is back. I slap her arse and bite her shoulder.
‘Yeah, baby,’ she screams. ‘I’m going to come!’
God, why does she insist on talking? She’s totally ruining my vibe.
‘I’m coming! I’m cooooooooooooming!’
And that’s my erection gone. For the first time in my life, I fake my own orgasm, remove the condom before she notices, and get the hell out of there.