It All Goes to Shit

Brionna Garcia saw red.

She slammed the door open. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” She screamed, eyes staring daggers at the pair.

Christian scrambled to get Keira off of his cock, a muttered ‘Shit’ leaving his lips. Keira managed to dive out of the way and Christian stood as Bri began her rampage.

A cacophony of enraged grunts sounded from her as she began an onslaught of hits and slaps of Christian’s chest, who tried his best to hold her back, repeatedly telling her to calm down. The 5’5 girl did little damage to the 6’0 tall jock, but fuck, was it cathartic. She ended her flurry of blows with a swift kick to his exposed dick, leaving him to slowly fall to the floor.

At this point, Bri almost calmed down. Key word being almost. One glance at Keira’s smug, almost villainous grin was enough to set her off again.

“What the fuck are you smiling about?!”

Keira’s smile immediately fell, replaced by a look of fear. Bri lunged, but found herself unable to move, now being held back.

A strong pair of hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her up. Clearly, people heard her screams. She writhed, trying to escape and attack, yelling threats at that home-wrecking whore, as she was dragged out of the room.

Terrance, who had been the one to carry her, dropped her outside of the door and blocked it as Bri immediately tried to get back in. Luckily, Jelena had come with him, and began to soothe her and calm her down.

“Bri, Bri… Deep breaths, OK?” She began calmly. Bri complied. “Your feelings are completely valid. You are allowed to feel angry. You’ve been betrayed, your relationship has ended, this reaction makes complete sense. But you’ll regret being this violent tomorrow.”

This proved successful. Bri no longer wanted to commit a double homicide. However, her rage was replaced with a deep sadness, and tears began streaming from her eyes.

“Shhhh. Come here, baby. I’m here for you.” Jelena comforted as she brought her in for a hug, placing her head in her chest. “Let’s head outside where it’s quiet, OK?”

Jelena lead Bri downstairs and outside, shielding her from all of the prying eyes of the partygoers. They head out and sit on the curb.

Months and months of Bri and Christian’s relationship flashed through her mind as she cried her eyes out. All of the happy moments: the cute dates, the romantic gestures, the mind-blowing sex. All reduced to nothing by one second in time.

Clearly Chloe and Amelia had come out at some point, because now they and Jelena were hugging Bri.

“You’re gonna be OK, girl. Everything’s gonna be fine.” Chloe comforted.

“Trust me, you’ll be better off now.” Amelia supported.

“This doesn’t feel real.” Bri sobbed. “Like, I can’t believe he would do this!”

After a brief moment, Jelena spoke up. “Bri, can we be honest?” Bri nodded. “Christian was… kinda not great. Like, I get your mourning your first real relationship, but… really think about it.”

This managed to flip some sort of switch in Bri. Suddenly, all of those happy memories shattered, revealing the reality she had viewed through rose-tinted goggles. The cute dates were replaced by Christian never letting her talk, only focusing on himself. The romantic gestures were revealed to be what they really were: stupid fucking freestyle raps and half-baked attempts at apologies. And the mind-blowing sex was never actually that good: sure, she came, but he never once ate her out or even prioritised her pleasure.

“Oh my god… he was a dick!”

“Bri, honestly, this might be the best thing that could happen to you.” Chloe offered. “You’re free from a shitty boyfriend, you’re the hottest girl in school and now you’re single. You can do literally whatever you want!”

This got the gears in Bri’s head turning. Her immediate first instinct was to have sex with all of Christian’s friends at once, film it and send it to him. She quickly ruled that out though, due to impracticality.

As she continued to think, she came to the conclusion that she just sorta wanted to be single for now, and not focus on herself. All she needed was, like, a project or something to distract her.

This was followed by an epiphany. A perfect project that she could sink her time into while doing a good deed for some people.

This Monday would see the start of Project: Cupid.