Not yet, but she does get a gift

The week seems to crawl by for Felicity. Monday sees her back to school, and as always on a Monday morning, the usual debriefs about the weekend between all her friends. There’s the usual stories of late night clubbing, a couple of her friends proudly telling the group how they got off with some random guy at a club, one of them, Chelsea, even confessing to a quick fuck down an alleyway.

“How bout you Flis?” she gets asked by Chelsea, clearly still proud that she was so obviously the most daring and naughty over the weekend, “didn’t you have some party with your folks you had to go to?”

“Yeah, I did, it was ok” Felicity answers, trying to sound bored about the whole thing so that they don’t ask her anything more.

“God, bet it was full of dirty old men leering at all the young waitresses, wasn’t it?” Chloe chimes in, “hope you didn’t get your bum felt up, all those posh rich people, don’t they all go in for that sort of thing?”

“Yeah, but can you imagine it, bet there were some rich old dudes there, you could have picked yourself up a sugar daddy” Chelsea butts in, causing everyone to laugh. Felicity joins in, hoping she doesn’t sound too fake with her own laughter, desperately hoping that they can change the subject soon before she gives anything away.

“Just think Flis” Chloe nudges her as she starts to speak, “you could have hooked some old guy, got him to buy you loads of stuff, and all you’d have to do is probably give him a quick handie now and again and he’d probably be satisfied.”

“That’s gross Chloe” Amy tells her, again much to Felicity’s relief that she now doesn’t need to respond.

“Anyway Chelsea, you ain’t finished telling us about your quickie behind the bins or wherever it was” Chloe returns her gaze to Chelsea, and Felicity relaxes as she knows that the subject is now closed.

The next couple of days go by and Felicity still hasn’t heard from him, and as much as she is **** to message him, she restrains herself, positive he will be in touch to arrange Friday with her before then.

It’s Wednesday evening when she gets back home after school to find a parcel waiting for her. She’s glad everyone is out so she doesn’t have to answer any questions about it. She quickly takes it up to her bedroom, sure it must be from him, wondering what it could be.

She sits down on her bed with the large box, quickly tearing the top open so she can see inside, smiling as she spots its contents.