Rich Bitch

Faith Roy. 20. Werewolf. I'm going to own the world one day

[feliciriaco-blog]

“come on eileen / oh, i swear / what i mean / at this moment, you mean eeeeveryth….” felicidad had gotten deeply into singing “come on eileen” by dexys midnight runners. although she did so at a low volume, she couldn’t help worrying the other had heard her. “i, uh, didn’t see you there.” she made an effort to sound and seem casual, unbothered despite her embarrassment. “i couldn’t do that at the library, ya know….”

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faith stared at her maths professor with amusement, she slipped her phone out of her pocket and quietly filmed her. she wasn’t sure what for, only that it’d probably be good for something later. “oh,” she slipped her phone away in a hurry, “don’t even worry about it teach. it was fun to watch. i mean, you’re not as great as prof diaz but you’re years better than soloman and don’t even get me started on flores--she doesn’t even sing, just speaks. i think all the profs might have a singing problem anyway, so you’re cool.”

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Lennie → Faith

Lennie: 50%???????? no way dude that's asking for far too much!! you're not that special to me

Lennie: no offence

faith: i thought i was your business partner? now im not that special to you? i am SO hurt

faith: 40%?

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Lennie → Faith

Lennie: oh required classes how gross :/

Lennie: dude we should be business partners i need business woman advice if i'm gonna for real make this a thing

faith: right? i had to take some leadership crap and we like played a kazoo. it was messed up

faith: Great, but I want a cut. 50%.

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Lennie → Faith

Lennie: how???? english is lit, flores was lit... why did you even take it then

Lennie: to make it not smell so strong. it'll give me away otherwise. also that idea is not half bad...........

faith: I hate flores, honestly. ugh. I HAD to take it. it was required for my degree

faith: um. just...smoke...not on school?

faith: Of course it's a good idea! Business major here. My family's not rich for no reason. You know. My dad says you have to know how to make money out of anything, and obviously your weed isn't going to buy itself. A lot of students would love to get their weed charmed

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Lennie → Faith

Lennie: 1. it's lennie omg you really do need to 2. wEED holy shit 3. i'm not going to comment on the stool samples question 4. i'm not a drug dealer just a generous person

faith: ooohhh yeah you were in my English class, Prof Flores? god i hated that class

faith: I meant like bar stools. obviously. wait wait wait wait you charm your weed? to do what? make it more weed-y?

faith: you're not dealing it. you could just charge people for the charming of it.

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Lennie → (open)

Lennie: sooo we should get together tonight

Lennie: i got a freshly charmed j and i'm actually feeling generous for once in my life???

faith: ew no who are you

faith: I should really learn to save numbers in my phone, are you the vet? did you get back to me about the stool samples?

faith: firstly: what the fuck is charmed j?

faith: secondly: it's not a sound business plan to just give things out. start charging.

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queenbeexv:

“I don’t…” She stared at the other in utter confusion as she often did. “Then why is everyone saying you were under a table half-naked?…uh-huh, sure. And don’t think I’m not going to talk to you about having diarrhea and wearing my dress because you so know that was not okay.”

“Who was saying that? Obviously their facts were wrong. Obviously.” Faith huffed, then her eyes grew wide with surprise. “I didn’t have---how did you---how do you just know everything!? Do you stalk me or something?”

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listen on spotify (thnx lex) or on separate youtube links because im a mess

Bulletproof – La Roux

Primadonna – Marina & The Diamonds

Too Cool to Dance – Eden XO

Lack of Emotion – Skott

Rich Girls – The Virgins

Ship to Wreck – Florence + The Machine

Bravado – Lorde

Cheerleader – St.Vincent

Hate to See Your Heart Break – Paramore

Apathy – Elizabeth & The Catapult

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mass text to all

Bada: What kind of food, was it?

Bada: Sorry if you'd rather not talk about it.

Bada: Do you have any allergies?

faith: it was a taco

faith: thank you for considering my diarrhea PTSD

faith: im allergic to poor things

faith: and penicillin

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mass text to all

Bada: It is my family recipe.

Bada: This won't give you diarrhea I promise.

Bada: Ok

faith: that's what the person who gave me the diarrhea food said

faith: fine. I'll try some.

faith: I'm suing you if it messes with my tummy

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mass text to all

Bada: I am making some kimbap. If you would like some, let me know and how much you would like.

faith: is your kimbap even good

faith: I don't know if I trust your food

faith: last time I ate sketchy food I got diarrhea so

faith: uh. you didn't hear that from me

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queenbeexv:

“You’ve always had a weird definition of a good time, Faith. You do remember that the last big event we were at you were supposedly half-naked under a table, right?”

“Um, excuse me? Like you don’t find knitting mittens fun? Okay. Whatever. Hey! I--that never happened. You have no proof. Why would I be under there? There’s old gum and dirt and I got kicked--I mean, I would probably get kicked if I went there.”

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cookietorre:

“You would be scared of me cause I accidentally scared you. Don’t know what being short has to do with anything.”  Cookie said, thinking things were cut and dry and simple. “I want people to respect me for who I am, that’s what matters.” Her mouth was open, about to say more but then closed it as she listened to the girl continue on in her little exclamation. She had a strong sense that she was probably talking out of personal experience and her brows squinted, not understanding the concept of someone being teased for what they liked. But, she kept her mouth shut, wanting to find a way to understand Faith instead of denying her feelings just because Cookie didn’t understand. That wouldn’t be right. “Maybe you’re right, maybe you’re wrong. I won’t say yes or no right now. But. Have you ever been alone before? Like actually literally alone. Not just only at school or your social life. But nobody at all, it’s just you and you’re just on your own.  Cause when you’re truly alone, the things that make you you are the only things that keep alive. Who cares about your happiness if you’re alone? When you’re alone, your own happiness is the only thing that matters. It’s what gets you through the day. If you’re not happy with yourself then staying alive seems near impossible.” A sturdy speech trickles out and she may have gotten a little too deep.

“It’s still your choice to join or not. I’m just avidly trying to encourage you to do it. It’s not effort, I just don’t want you to miss this opportunity.”

“I’m saying that even though you popped out of nowhere like a freak I wouldn’t be scared because you’re like a tiny cat.” Faith argued back, unsure of why she was even so adamant about this now. “And what if who you are is someone not worth any respect?” Faith crossed her arms in a huff, “I have.” She said slowly, “I’ve been alone before. The kind of alone where no matter how loud you scream no one will hear you. Where no one cares about you any little bit. I’ve been alone before, and I’m never going back there.” Faith laughed at Cookie’s drop of wisdom. “That’s not true, not if the things that make you you were what left you alone in the first place. I learned a different lesson than you, Doughnut. No body liked me for me so I’ll do whatever I have to to get them to like me. We’re not the same. You’ll never understand what I’ve been through so don’t you dare try to give me your sweet fluffy inspiration wisdom and expect it to do anything.”

“I think I’ll pass. I’d rather have people like me than do the things I want, anyway.” Then she paused, froze in her spot as her blood ran cold. Why was she being so honest? She’d practically shouted her deepest secrets to the strangely kind girl who’d popped out of a bush for her. Fuck. “I--” She flushed, “Don’t you dare tell this to anyone.” Please.

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@queenbeexv  replied to your post

"do you ever have a good time at any events ever faith?"

“I always have a good time when you’re there, Vanessa.”

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🌟🏨👘

🌟  (what do you want to be when you grow up?)

“I wanted to be a lawyer, like my mother. But someone’s got to take over the family company right? So CEO it is for me.”

🏨 (when were you born? What time was it? Where did it happen?)

“On August 19th at some fucking time I don’t know, who even knows this stuff? Do I look like I care? It happened at home though, my mother had all the maids and her midwife there and there’s a video and again who cares?”

👘 (do you ever have to go to any formal events? Do you like them at all?)  

“Uh, duh. Of course I do and of course I like them.”

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cookietorre:

“Looked like a jump to me. The kind for when you get scared. If you had hiccups that’s the shortest hiccups I’ve ever heard of cause you’re not hiccuping anymore.” Cookie still unintentionally letting that subject not pass yet. “No, I still don’t know what you mean,” she said, squinting her brows and tilting her head in an even more confused face. “That makes no sense. I understand not liking every part of yourself and hiding some parts but why would you hide the parts about you that you actually enjoy? If I did that then I wouldn’t cook and bake or go karaoke every week and then I wouldn’t have made the friends that I have now. I don’t get the point of being popular. What’s so special about it? Everyone has friends.” Cookie did not understand this girl’s logic at all. “And why would you care about what other people think? If you’re doing what you are enjoying and are happy then that’s not losing, that’s winning.”

“You guys? Oh, no, no, I’m not on the team. But I want you to be on the team. Not for them and their benefit but for you and yours.”

“Why would I be scared of you? Did I mention how short you are yet? You look like the kind of person who cries during every movie.” Faith tried hard to play it all off, pride was a defense for her. These days, it was all she knew. “But do people respect you? Do they bow down and grovel? Listen, people will kick you for the things you like. They’ll push you out and stuff you into closets and you’ll scream until your voice bleeds but no one will care because no body cares about you when you’re a freak---a loser that likes math, and knitting and cooking and reading comics in the dark and can turn into a fucking monster at will. Nobody gives a shit about that person, they care about the confident prom queen not her nerdy brace-face little sister!” Faith shouted, clearly emotional about the topic. “Everyone cares what other people think! Who cares about you’re fucking happiness if you’re alone!”

“God,” she growled, “you’re not even on the stupid team and you’re going through all this effort. You don’t know what’s good for me.”