Blade (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 8 part 2- Santana's POV

Chapter 8 part 2- Santana’s POV

“So…what were you doing out so late anyways?” Jonathan asks trying to make conversation.

I look back at his little brother who is on the bridge of sleeping, before I talk.

“I needed money.” I say lowly so I don’t stir his brother.

“Money?” He mimics.

“Yes. Actually I still need money!”

“and how were you going to get it?” He seems a bit shocked by this fact.

“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to…you know. Put out, for it but if it came to that I would.”

“Whoa…you’re a prostitute?” I see his eyes get wide.

“NO!” I screech as low as I can.

“but, you were going to have sex for money! That’s a prostitute in my book.”

“Well yes, but i…Um….” I stutter. “I thought you don’t judge.” I say I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Oh fucking hell.

“Hey… I didn’t mean it like that. Don’t cry.” He reaches behind me and rubs my back. “I’m sorry.” 

I wipe my tears. “Whatever.”

“So what did you need the money for?...It’s alright right, you can tell me.”

“Food. Me and my dad just moved here and we don’t really have anything, so I thought I might as well, until he found a job.” I explain. Jonathan nods showing he understood.

“Ok. I won’t judge you on that one. You just don’t need to help out that way!” I narrow my eyes at him.

“You realize you contradict yourself right?”

He laughs “We’re here. You can come up if you want.”

To my surprise it’s not a house we pull up to, but a hotel. A really fancy one at that, with paparazzi bunched up outside, like their waiting on someone famous.

They probably are.

Jonathan sighs. “I’m sorry about this.” He says.

“What?” I don’t get to say anything else before he climbs out of the car and puts on sun glasses.

“Jonathan! JONATHAN!” The paparazzi go crazy snapping photos of him as he takes his brother out of the car.

“JONATHAN LOOK HERE! JONATHAN!!”

I get out the car to meet him only to have the focus turned on me.

“Jonathan who is she? Can you confirm rumors…”

Jonathan takes my waist and helps hurry me inside along with some security. 

“what the hell was that?” I whisper mostly to myself.

“Thank you Carlos,” Jonathan says. “I got it from here.” He shakes the security man’s hand and walks me up to the front desk.

“Key please.

“Ah, Johnny boy, back so soon?” The clerk says then hands him the keys.

“Yeah Pete was getting boring on me.” He gestures to his sleeping brother. “Thank you.” He says then walks off towards the elevator.

“What the actual hell? Who are you?” I exclaim.

“I’m Jonathan! I told you this a minute a go! Do you have short term memory lost?”