Chapter one of Diaries of the Fag Hags
"How's this one?" Faye held up the red net shirt against her chest.
I turned to look at it as I held my skirt. My brows met in distaste. "It's just a net."
"I know," she said with a smile. Her hand slid up the front of the shirt; she pressed it against her body. I knew she wanted to hear how good it would look on her. "That's what’s great about it."
I stared at it, not really getting the appeal. When I wore clothes I liked them to cover my body. Mentally rolling my eyes, I turned back to the hot pink skirt in my hands. There was black lace stitched to the bottom and two giant Xs on the front.
"If I wore a black bra it would be hot," she said, trying to pull my attention back to her.
"Sure, whatever," I sighed, knowing that was what she wanted to hear, my agreement. "I'm going to get this one."
"Oohh, so am I," she purred.
The walls of the dressing room seemed short. I was convinced if I got onto my tiptoes I would be able to see into the next stall, not that I wanted to. “Freaky,” I thought, before I pushed it from my mind. Turning from the mirror, I stripped down to my undergarments. I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up. When it got to my thighs I had to wriggle from side to side to get it all the way up. I thought, not for the first time, that I should start working out.
I looked in the mirror. The skirt fit me perfectly. I smiled to myself; I knew I was going to buy it. Forty-five dollars didn't seem that much when I saw how good my ass looked in it.
The cashier smiled, not hiding how much she enjoyed taking my hard earned cash. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched Faye exit the dressing room. "So?"
A smile appeared on her lips. "I look so hot in it." She tossed the shirt on the counter. "Now all I need is a hot skirt and I'll have a sexy new outfit." The cashier handed me my bag. "Watch out guys!" Faye suddenly shouted, catching me off guard. "The sexy bitches are on the loose today."
Laughing, I shook my head. "You're stupid." The questions we saw in the cashier’s eyes made us laugh again as Faye took her bag.
"Come on." She led the way out of the store. She loved leading. I gave a mental shrug as I told myself I didn't care, as long as we got out of the store. "Now what?" she asked, as she looked down the corridor of the mall.
Pulling my shoulders back, I arched my back slightly as I tried to get the stiffness out. It had been a long day. "What time is it?"
Pulling out her cell phone, she checked. "Two forty-three."
Two minutes. "Let's go to the food court."
Her face pinched with annoyance. "Why?"
Rolling my eyes, I shot her one of my famous impatient faces. "We have to meet up with Jasmine, remember?"
“Oh, yeah." Her nose went up. I knew she didn't want to go, but I didn't care. Turning on my heels, I took the lead this time. Too bad, I silently told her. You have to go.
I smiled as two cute guys walked by. I caught the longhaired man's eyes. He shot me a “Maybe I'll see you later” grin. "Ewww, whatever." Faye loudly dismissed him. "I hate it when dirty boys check me out." She rolled her eyes. "As if they really have a chance."
Let her lie to herself. I wasn't going to waste my time worrying about it; I knew who he was looking at was.
"Hey, Darnisa." The sound of my name drew me out of my bitter thoughts. Smiling, I waved to Jasmine and Rawn.
"Hey." I rushed over to them. My anger was forgotten as I reached over the table to give Rawn a hug. Jasmine didn't need one. She was a fellow fag hag; hence no hug was needed.
"Oh, what did you buy?" Rawn reached for my bag.
Without worrying about criticism, I handed it to him. "Nothing special."
"I bought a shirt." Faye pulled it out to show off. "Isn't it awesome?" she asked, already knowing it was.
"That's cute," Jasmine said, her face sober and her voice falsely high. "You can wear it to Dan's party."
"Who?" Her face soured as her hands dropped the shirt to her side.
"This is cute," Rawn said of her skirt. I smiled. I could tell by his voice he meant it.
"I know." Laughing, he handed me back the bag. "So, Dan is having a party?"
"Tonight, girl." Rawn smiled. "You going to come?"
I tried to remember if I had to work that night. "No," Faye answered, as she fell back in a seat. "I don't know him."
"So," he said, mischief sparkling in his eyes. "That doesn't matter."
"It does to me," she replied, with her nose up once again. I knew she had decided and that was that.
Oh, yeah, I didn’t have to work, I remembered. "Yeah, I'll come." My face lit up with excitement. Party! I danced in my seat.
"Are you going to wear your new skirt?" Jasmine ignored Faye.
"Of course," I said, though I wasn't really sure what I was going to wear.
"Oohh, girl, you should." Rawn nodded his approval. I smiled to hide my uncertainty. He looked at his plate of food, playing the part of the aloof man. "Will Eric come with you?"
I was surprised that he asked. "If I go, then he will."
"Yeah. He is her gay boyfriend," Faye mocked, rolling her eyes as she looked away. Whatever, I thought. Let her be that way.
"Oh." Jasmine leaped across the table to grab my arm. "I forgot to tell you the great news."
Her wide eyes made my heart beat a little faster. "What?" I slowly said.
"There are going to be straight guys there." Her eyes sparkled at me.
My lips curved into a smile. "Really? Straight guys? Wow.”
"Yeah," she laughed. "Isn't it great?"
"Whatever." Rawn rolled his eyes.
I turned to look at Faye. "Now will you come?"
Her face pinched with distaste. "No."
My shoulders fell with disappointment. Why does she act this way, I wondered. "Whatever, it's your loss." I turned away.
Jasmine dismissed her with a flash of her cheek. "So, tonight about nine-thirty?"
Nine-thirty, I repeated in my mind. "Sure."
"Cool." She rose to her feet with Rawn by her side.
"Tell Eric I said Hi," he said, with a grin.
Laughing at him, I waved. "I will." The smile fell from my lips as I glanced at Faye. Her sour face ruined my good mood.
"Now can we go?"
"Yeah," I said, as I stood up.
"Where are we going now?" she asked.
My eyes narrowed on the road. "You are going home.” I smiled as I started to feel better. "And then I'm going to Starbucks."
Her shoulders fell as she turned in her seat to face me. "I want to go."
I turned down the long street before hers. "No. You wanted to go home, remember?"
"No," her brows rose as she explained. "I wanted to leave the mall."
My eyes stayed on the road. I will not get mad, I promised myself. "And wanted to go home."
"No," I turned onto her street. "You made your choice."
"Whatever." She flopped back into her seat. She stared out the window with her nose in the air.
Looking ahead, I gently stepped on the brakes. "See ya."
"Yeah, whatever." She slammed her door, knowing how much I hated it.
The bitch! I bitterly thought. Calm down. I relaxed my shoulders. Starbucks here I come.
"Vanilla bean, please." I felt myself smirk as I ordered. I needed this. I loved Faye, but that girl could really get me mad at times.
The sound of a clicking tongue filled my ears. "What are you doing here without me?" A male voice demanded.
Startled, I spun around to see who it was. Eric stared at me darkly, with his arms crossed. Relief filled me. I loved spending time with him. "I," I slowly said as I searched for an excuse. No lies would come. My lids lowered as I looked at him. "What are YOU doing here without me?" I crossed my own arms as my face hardened.
His face lit up as he stepped to the register. "I saw you in here so I decided it was time for my caffeine fix"
Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes. Eric placed his order as I stepped closer to him. The hot cashier grabbed a venti glass to write it down. "Eric, right?"
He innocently looked up. "Your name, its Eric, right?"
"Oh." He relaxed as he leaned back on his heels. "Yeah.
The cashier smiled. I rolled my eyes when I saw Eric do the same. "Always," I mumbled to myself as I turned away. It never fails. I find a guy cute and he ends up gay. Fuckers! I went to the other counter to wait for my drink as Eric continued to flirt.
After I received my drink I took a seat by the window. Eric soon followed. "Soooo?" I asked, not looking up.
"I gave him my number." He slid into the seat next to mine.
"Slut," I laughed.
"I know," he grinned, proudly. The people walking by the window didn’t seem to like us watching them. Please, I thought. Like we enjoyed watching any of these bland people. They all looked the same. True, some were leaner than others, but they were all still the same. "So, what's happening?"
"I saw Faye today."
I fingered my straw. "Nothing."
The air left his body in disappointment. "Nothing?" I nodded. "Then what's the point in telling me about it?"
Smiling, I shrugged. "I had nothing else to say."
"Oh, my God." He rolled his eyes. "Then do me a favor and say nothing, okay? I swear," he mumbled to himself, as he eyed a cute guy walking by. "He's gay."
"Whatever!" I spun to look at him. "He is on our side, understand."
He laughed at me. "Tell yourself those lies, it doesn't change the truth."
No. Not him, too. "Fuck you, Eric. Oh, yeah." My eyes grew as I remembered the latest news. "Dan is having a party tonight."
"Oh, really?" Now it was it his turn to look at me. "Are we going?"
"Of course." Looking straight ahead I blanked my face of all emotion. "Rawn said Hi."
"What?" The air around him shifted as he completely turned my way. "What did he say?"
"He said Hi," I repeated.
"No." He slapped my arm. "I want all the details."
Laughing, I pushed him away. "I saw him at the mall with Jasmine and we talked about the party." My lips curved into a wicked grin. "He asked if you were coming."
His eyes grew with hope. "Really?"
"And what did you say?"
I laughed again. He was such a dork. "I said you would and then he told me to tell you Hi."
"So, he's going to be there tonight?"
"Of course; it's a party. Has Rawn ever not shown up for a party?"
"No." His lips drooped. "What am I going to wear?"
"I don't know." What was I going to wear was the real question here.
"I'm going shopping." I didn't reply. "Come on, let's go."
"But I've already gone shopping today," I heard myself whine.
"What?" He slapped my arm. "How dare you go shopping without me."
"Whatever." Unhappily, I allowed him to pull me away.