For The Dollars Or The Love

Exposed

I don't know what it is, but something feels off today. Like since I got to school this morning I've been feeling like everybody was staring at me. I stuffed my things in locker, and grabbed what I needed. Shutting the door I see Jamal and Alexis standing in front of me. They both look so upset. Jamal pulls me into a bone crushing hug.

"Are you okay?" Alexis ask rubbing my shoulder.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I ask confused. Jamal pulled me out of the hug, and they both stared at me.

"You don't know?" They both ask.

"Know what?" Jamal pulls my have guiding me somewhere.

"I don't know what, guys what's going on?" They say nothing, just continue taking me wherever.

"Hello, is anybody gonna answer my question, guys where are you...." I stopped mid-sentence as I now stood in front of a blown up picture of me at work. In big bold letters the picture read:

School girl by day, pole ho by night.

To make it worse it was the picture of me in just my thong. I was embarrassed, but I wasn't about to have them think they won. I turned facing everybody that looked at me.

"Big whoop I'm a stripper, so what?" I grasped my books to my chest, and held my head high as I walked past all of them.

I sat through two classes ingnoring the stares and whispers. These people have been talking about me since the beginning of highschool, this is nothing. They know I'm a stripper, but that's all they know. Nobody knows why I do what I do. Gathering my things from my desk I scurry from the boring room along with other students. Just as I round the corner I'm grabbed, and pulled back. What the hell?

"The fuck?" I say aloud looking at who yanked me. It was a guy from one of my classes.

"So I see that lil body moves when them bands get thrown."  He held my hips in place keeping me from running. In the process his hand slipped up my shirt rubbing my stomach.

"How much to get you to move on my dick?" He ran a single bill over my face.

"I don't get down like that." I said truthfully. I tried to move to run, but he slammed me against the wall.

"Sure you do. Every bitch does, for the right price of course." He stuffs two rolled up wads of hundreds down my shirt, and another in my underwear band. Sliding my shirt, and bra strap down, as well as un-snapping my pants button in the process.

"I don't want your damn money!" I yell kneeing him making him double over in pain. I throw the money back at him, and run still being able to hear him speak. Finally being away from that creep I pull my phone out. Pushing the button I hold the phone to my ear as it rings.

"Hello?" I hear from the other end. I wipe my tears, and try to catch my breath all at the same time.

"Babe, Mia what's wrong?" He could already hear my sobs.

"Come get me please." I begged. I just need to go right now.

"I'm on my way." He says with no hesitation. I sit waiting on him in the school parking lot. He pulls up, and gets out of his car.

"What happened?" He ask looking at me with worry filled eyes.

"Nothing." I say shaking my head, and attempt to push past him.

"Lie to me again Mia. You crying, and your clothes falling off, now tell me what happened."

"Somebody posted a picture of me dancing at the club. I didn't care about that, but a guy from my class cornered me. He stuffed a bunch of money in my shirt, and pants, then slammed me against a wall. He wanted to pay me for sex." I could see his nostrils flaring and his face turning red.

"Show me." He said calmly. One thing I've learned is that when Chris is mad, and he speaks calmly, then nothing good is coming next.

"Chris no." I pleaded. He ignores me with me trailing behind him to let it go. This is bad.