Love me, Dominate me, Or both (mxb)

Chapter 2

I rolled my eyes as Chloe drove off. I was not in the mood to deal with my boss today. As soon as I stepped into the café, I had a delivery bag shoved into my hands by Trey.

God, this'll be a long shift, and I doubt I'll get home until close to one am.

This was the last thing I needed after a crappy day of school. I know the second I get home, Mia will be waiting at the door, ready to argue.

Around ten pm, I finally got a break.

While on break, I stepped outside for a short walk and a breath of fresh air. Feeling a chill in the air, I slipped my sweatshirt over my head to keep warm.

In my attempt to have a moment of quiet, all I could hear was the muffled music from the club down the street. I sighed and went back into the cafe.

"Where do you think you're going?" Trey argued as I stepped back into the building.

"I needed some fresh air, and I'm on my break, so it shouldn't matter," I replied snarkily.

Uh oh, Trey's face contorted into something I could only describe as putrid as he listened to my backtalk. I dropped my head and waited for the yelling to start.

"You have some nerve, Leo. How about you clock out for the night." He continued, "After you clock out, do not leave. I need you to work until midnight again." Trey's so aggravating.

He wants me to clock out but keep working?

"Trey, that's illegal."

"Well, if you report me to the police, and they shut this place down, then you will be out of a job. And I don't think many other employers would want such a useless kid working for them." He said, poking a finger at my chest.

I sighed lowly in defeat and walked away from him. I headed to the back of the café to clock out for the night. Once I finished, I went back out to the cash register, completely drained.

The last two hours went by painfully slowly. When I was about to leave, all I could think about was my comfy bed. My feet ached and my back felt as if it would fold under the slightest pressure. 

I gathered my belongings, which were few since I left my bag in Chloe's car. On my way out, I reached into my pocket for my phone when I felt something thin and hard. I checked my pocket to see what I had felt. It was the fake ID Michael had given me.

Then I had an idea. What better way to relieve stress than to sneak into a night club?

I want to start by saying, I'm not a bad kid. One thing I have always tried my hardest to do is follow the rules. Rules are rules because they keep people safe.Plus, when you break rules, people get mad, and I for one, hate when someone is mad at me.

But when rules keep me from what I need most, aka to get my mind off things, I can't help but break them. As I walked down the sidewalk, I heard music before I saw the building.

On my way to the night club, I had that overwhelming fear of 'What if they see it's a fake ID? What if they report me to the police?' My whole life would be ruined. I put the hood of my sweatshirt up, so it concealed my age a little better.

As I made my way to the dimly lit entrance, the line didn't seem too long, but I would be the youngest looking person... because I was, so hopefully, my hood helped.

God, what am I doing? I should go home.

I can't go home though, because I was already in line, and if I left now, all eyes would be on me. As people filed into the club, the line got shorter and shorter until it was my turn.