Sometimes Phoebe Hertz forgot about just how much of an asshole Luke Friedman could be. She forgot about all their arguments, all the harsh words they've thrown at each other, all the tears she's shed because of him. All he had to do was look at her the right way and she was wrapped around his finger. It worked sometimes, but not right now.

"Luke, I'm not gonna suck your dick out of pity." Phoebe stood at the foot of his bed, glaring at the boy in disgust at what he just asked.

She stayed over with him to make sure he was okay, but she quickly regretted it after only a few minutes. Luke had been nonstop whining and complaining, claiming he was in too much pain to do things like reach the remote that was just out of reach. He was also, apparently, in too much pain to jerk himself off.

"Please, babe! It would make me feel so much better," he whined with, giving her puppy-dog eyes.

"Do it your damn self!" She threw her hands up frustration, hoping his parents wouldn't hear her outburst.

"Suck my own dick? I don't think I'm flexible enough t-" he was interrupted by Phoebe throwing a pillow at his face, catching him off guard. "OW!"

She froze, registering his angry and frustrated face, and realized she may have gone a bit too far. It's not like there was much he could do to her with a broken leg, but that still didn't stop the lingering sense of coursing through her body.

"I'm sorry, baby." She slipped a smile onto her face, watching as his anger melted away with her performance. "How about a compromise?" She crawls onto his bed and on his lap, hovering a bit to avoid hurting his leg, and brought him in for a deep kiss.

"Hmmm, well it's no blowjob, but it'll have to do," he says breathlessly once they pull away from each other.

"Shut up, jerk." She playfully hits his shoulder and goes to stand back up but is pulled back into a kiss. "Ugh, Luke, c'mon. We gotta get going," she pulls away from the kiss again only for Luke to grab her face and bring it towards his.

"Please, baby," he whispers as he uses one hand to keep her head in place and the other to unzip his jeans.

"But, baby, I don't wanna mess up my lipstick," she says sweetly, trying to convince him to let her go.

"Come on. It'll make me feel so much better." He held her face with hands, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "Don't you want me to feel better?"

He hadn't changed at all. Six months in rehab hadn't changed a thing. It just forced her to face what she had spent a whole year trying to blind to.

And when she looked into his eyes, it was like she was truly seeing him for the first time. Seeing him for what he really was, not the person he projected for everyone else to see, not the person the drugs and booze made her see. Just Luke Friedman.

"Of course, baby."

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"Hey, Bee, you doin' okay?"

She was not okay, but her friends were worried about her enough as it was, so she wasn't about to tell them that.

She felt sick. Nothing was in her stomach except what Luke made her swallow, and it was just sitting in her stomach like bricks. She wanted nothing more at the moment than to shove her fingers down her throat and force it out of her. It felt like a poison that was slowly eating her alive from inside. But she couldn't tell Anna any of that.

"Yeah, Banana! All good," she cheerily responded, throwing an arm around her friend's shoulders. "And by the way, you look so hot right now. Big fan of this look," she added, gesturing to Anna's "no bra" look in her cropped hoodie.

"Thank you, but don't act like you don't look sexy as hell right now too," Anna gesture's to Phoebe in a tight cropped red turtleneck.

"Awww thanks, Banana." Bee threw both her arms around the girl and drew her in for a hug.

"Don't go stealing my girl now, Delaney" Luke speaks up, making Phoebe suddenly remember his and the other guys' presence.

"It's not like it'd be that hard, Friedman," she jokes, cocking an eyebrow at the boy.

"Yo, guys!"

The group all turn their heads to see Joey approaching them, confidently strutting down the hallway in her "Free The Nipple" shirt. Everyone looked as she passed by, some in admiration, some in disgust, some in lust. For Phoebe, it was definitely admiration (though she would also admit her friend was looking very sexy at the moment).

It amazed Phoebe just how well Joey exuded confidence, constantly giving off good vibes. Bee wanted nothing more than to be like that. She tried her hardest and would like to think she did a pretty good job at it, but it was all an imitation.

"Looking pretty obscene, girl!" Anna called out to Joey, taking her phone out to record the girl.

"Really?" Joey asked nervously, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious.

"Yeah, isn't that the point?" George asked cluelessly.

"No," everyone said in unison, making him frown in confusion. He'd look like a lost puppy if he wasn't such an asshole.

Joey tossed the guys some t-shirt that also had the words "Free The Nipple" on them. Phoebe laughed when Luke's shirt hit him in the face, causing him to jokingly flip her off.

"Nice! Yo, I can't believe you made these, Jo. Y'all craft as shit."

"Just don't put them on until after." Joey then turns to open her locker and whispers to the girl, "Seriously, do I look like a porn star?"

"Yes, but, like, in a good way?" Bee lets out a cry of pain when Anna hits the girl in the boob. "OW! Jesus, I'm just kidding, don't worry."

"It's mild, Jo. I was just fucking around," Anna assures the girl, ignoring Phoebe still clutching her left tit in pain. "Hey, check me out," Anna says, showing off her chest.

"Wow, ultra-mild," Joey jokes, playing with the girl's boobs. "I'm just fucking with you. You're perfect." She leans her head on Anna's and pulls away to look at Phoebe. "And what about you, girl? C'mon, let's see those nips!"

Bee rolls her eyes but pulls apart her jacket anyway, revealing her chest to the girl.

"God, okay that's hot. You should go braless more often." Phoebe giggles and swats away Joey's hands as she keeps poking her chest.

The girls quit their playing as they hear Luke speaks up and they turn their heads to the boy.

"You're gonna put something over it before the AP bio."

"Why should she?" Tim jumps in to defend Joey.

"We got a quiz," Luke says like it was obvious.

"Bro, part of the point she's trying to make is that her body isn't a distraction."

"I know and I'm obviously down for that, but-"

"And if it does distract you, that's your fucking problem."

"I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one," George cuts in, confidently nodding his head.

"No!" the girls look at him in a mix of annoyance and disgust, shaking their heads at what he just said.

"Timmy, you dick. If you think you're schooling me on misogyny, like I don't fucking understand? Yo, please."

Joey squeals and walks over to the guys, wrapping her arms around both Luke and Tim.

"Awww, I love you guys! My woke boys." Phoebe resists the urge to roll her eyes at Joey's words.

She found it extremely ironic how just that morning he was pressuring her to suck his dick, and now he was being called "woke". What a fucking joke.

"Yes, I'm gonna cover up until after the quiz. I'm not giving that bitch the satisfaction of failing me."

Joey turned back to the girls and linked her arm with Phoebe, who linked her other arm with Anna on her right. The group confidently strutted down the halls, once again turning heads as usual. If she were just by herself, she would absolutely hate all the eyes on her. But now, with her crew, all the attention felt almost euphoric, completely erasing how awful she felt just a few minutes ago.

"Sluts!" some guy calls out to the girls as they walk by, causing Anna to turn on him and threaten him. Phoebe laughed as the guy backed down and Anna returned to her side with a giddy expression, relinking their arms.

Turning to Joey, Phoebe's eyes move past her friend and she makes eye contact with the Freshman girl from the party, who she learned was named Leila. The younger girl watched the group with a mixture of admiration and envy, which was what they usually got. She sent the girl a friendly smile, watching as she sent a hesitant one back before looking away.

She didn't see any reason to be mean to Leila. It's not like it was her fault Luke broke his leg. Plus, she kinda pitied the girl for being George's latest fling. No girl should have to go through that.

Speaking of the devil, George looped his arm around her waist, pulling her away from the other girls and Tim as he and Luke dragged her over to the two Freshmen.

"Hey, how's your leg?" Leila's friend asks looking down at Luke's cast.

"Oh my God, yeah. Um...I'm so sorry about Friday night. Are you okay? I heard you're gonna have to sit out a few of your swim team matches-"

"Yeah, it's your fault," George rudely interrupts the clearly sorry girl. "Look, uh, Luke's parents need your parents' contact info."

Bee internally groans, catching onto what game the boys are playing. As if the poor girl hasn't been through enough.

"For what?"

"The lawsuit. I'm suing you," Luke responds with a straight face, shocking both younger girls into silence. Once they see a smile spread across his face and the boys start laughing, they let out breaths of relief.

"You guys are actual dicks." Leila's friend speaks up after their laughter has died down, clearly not amused with the joke the boys pulled on them.

"Yo, Leila, it's all good, homie. Alright? It's my fault. I was smacked off my ass, okay?"

Luke nudged Phoebe with one of his crutches as he started walking away. Motioning for her to come with him.

"Um...actually I wanna stick around if that's okay?" Bee asked, looking back at the two Freshman girls who'd be stuck with George if she didn't stick around. Luke nodded and gave her a kiss in response, though it was a bit hard with the crutches.

"No problem. Later, babe. Yo, later, G." He turns to the other now, saying goodbye. Later, Leila. Later, uh...Leila's friend. What's your name?"

"Rachel."

"Yeah."

With his friend gone, George finally puts all his attention on Leila. Bee stood by Rachel's side waiting impatiently for the boy to leave her alone and go away.

"Oh, you're, like, burning your bra today too, right? 'Cause you got to."

Phoebe glared at the back of his head, rolling her eyes at his comment. What right does he have in telling a girl what to do or not do with her body? That was the whole fucking point of what Joey was trying to do, but clearly he didn't get that.

Phoebe dropped her scowl and gave him a smile and wave as he walked away from the girls.

"So you're all anti "free the nipple", then he mansplains it to you and you're all into it?"

"Exactly! Thank you, Rachel. Like, how fucking weird was it that he was acting like he knew more about a feminist movement than an actual woman?" Phoebe scoffs in disbelief, Rachel nodded along with her, though secretly confused why the girl stuck around.

"Oh, hi, I'm Phoebe, by the way. I just wanted to apologize for my friends. They can be real assholes sometimes......okay most of the time." She returned the smile the girls gave to her, not feeling as awkward now that she introduced herself.

"Hey, you and George are close, right?" Leila pipes up.

"Well, I wouldn't say we're clo-"

"Do you think he's gonna wanna, like, do stuff later?" Phoebe frowns at the girl's question, not understanding her infatuation with the jerk.

"Yeah, he wants to hook up," her friend answers.

"Okay, but, like, what does that mean?"

"Honestly? He's gonna want you to give him a blow job or something, but that's about it. George is about the least romantic guy I know." Bee tells her bluntly, making Leila's smile drop a bit. The older girl feels a little bad so she sighs and plasters on a smile before continuing. "But, hey, that was all in the past. Maybe this is a new and improved George. He's been much nicer lately. I'm sure he'll be real sweet with you," she lies.

"Really? Okay, well, thanks."

"No problem, any time. And, hey, can I see your phone?" She holds her hand out to Leila who gives the older girl her phone in confusion. "If you guys ever wanna hang out or talk, just give me a call, okay? You guys seem super cool." She gives the phone back with a smile, watching in amusement as the girls let their mouths hang open a bit.

"Wait, you...you wanna hang out with us?"

"Uh...yeah? Did I not make that clear?"

The bell rings, cutting off their conversation much to their disappointment.

"Alright, well, I should get to class, but I'll see y'all around. Oh, by the way, cute dress, Leila," she compliments the girl, before waving at the two and walking down away, leaving the two girls to watch in awe.

Leila turns to Rachel with wide eyes and a big smile on her face, seeing a similar expression on her friend's face.

"Wait, oh my God. Does this mean we're, like, popular now?"

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a/n: soooo i meant to post this chapter weeks ago and then just...idk forgot i guess. lol sorry bout that. my semester is over so i'll start posting semi-regularly again. hope you liked this chapter, and please vote and/or comment if you enjoyed! byeeeeee

(also it's really late where i am and i can't be bothered to edit and look for any spelling/grammar mistakes so...sorry)