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The weekend went well as always. Nothing ever goes wrong when you're pretty, hot, amazing, talented, and beautiful of course.
You went to the orphanage on Saturday morning but then you got cramps and left. After they you chilled at home, doing you homework and watching p@rn.
Finally after the cramps stopped you went to Kazutora at about six-thirty. It was all well and his mom was warming up to him. Still pretty awkward, but better now. His dad wasn't messing with him. Understandable. Kazutora is pretty tall and fairly muscular, even tho his figure was more lean.
He probably worked out a bit in juvie.
He also mastered doing a death glare and you think his father is a bit scared of him.
Good. As he should. Ugly ass motherfucker. Now that the playing field is more equal, he's suddenly keeping his hands to himself.
Kazutora also told you about how he's really popular at school now. With both boys and girls. Not so much with the teachers.
He's the super cool delinquent that doesn't give a shit, but you shouldn't mess with.
The conversation turned more serious when you told him Keisuke wanted to see him.
You didn't have cramps on Sunday at all, so you went on a date with a new client. He was in the a marketing branch and it was nice talking to him because you learned a lot about marketing techniques.
He noticed your interest and started opening up to you. You earned quiet the money that day.
Monday was fine, school wasn't hard and you were thinking about going to cram school staring in September. You wanted to take this seriously.
Only a little over a year left till college exams.
"And where were you all week? Working at that new Sexclub down in the red-light district?"
The girls at their desks laughed as you were taking your lunch out.
"Yeah, how did you know? Did your father tell you about the good time he had there with me?" You snickered at the girl who now had a shocked face.
You said it in a completely serious voice, your classmates had no idea if you were being sarcastic or not. You liked it that way, confusing people and making them think about you were your biggest hobbies after all.
You didn't hate your class, and they probably didn't hate you. But it's fun to make fun of others and judge them. It's just teenager things. You know because you're a teenager. Besides? Who doesn't like a bit of drama?
After school you didn't have anything to do and your period was over way faster then usual. You decided to take advantage of this.
So you did what anyone else would do in this situation. Dress into your sluttiest outfit and go mess with boys.
