Diaries of a Teenage Hooker

05

              Kendrick was out of bed by the time I woke up. It was Monday, and he was preparing for school, clad in his white shirt and blue-black pants with a blue-black blazer. "Morning, sleepyhead," he grinned at me as I sat up, yawning and stretching.

"What time is it?"

"Barely six am, but I always get ready early so that I can have a few hours of study time to myself," he answered. He was pulling on a pair of black Nikes, and his position made his dark hair fall across his face.

I bit down on my lip to fight the urge to walk up to him and brush it away. I slowly took the covers off me and stood up, looking at his clothes from yesterday on the ground. "You're... not going to ask what happened?"

"I already know that nothing... crazy happened, if that's what you're wondering. Thank you," he laughed.

"No, please don't thank me for basic human decency. Although you shouldn't be getting high in school. You could get caught."

"That's why I only get high in my room," he laughed. He'd begun brushing his hair to give him that sleek, handsome rich-boy look. "Why did you come see me though?"

"Right." I'd completely forgotten about my stalkers and why I needed his help in the first place. It was euphoric to have woken up in his bed.

I turned to the bed and saw my phone dangling on the edge, ready to fall to its doom. I went over and picked it up, checking for any texts. There were none, thank God, but when I checked my call log, I noticed ten missed calls from an unknown number. I frowned, observing the digits closely to see if I would recognize them. I didn't.

"Lea? Is something wrong?" Kendrick asked. He'd gotten much closer to me than he was before. I could feel the warmth radiating off his body, caressing mine softly from behind me.

Taking in a deep breath to calm my racing nerves, I shook my head. "I have a problem and I need your help."

"Anything for you. Go get dressed and meet me at the ICT lab," he said.

I nodded eagerly, looking around his room to see if I'd left anything behind. "See you in a few."

It was a rather bad thing that no one would see me leaving his room. Coming out of there at this time would certainly insinuate that we had been up to no good the night before, and not only would this have boosted my popularity, but also marked him as mine.

Goodness, I sounded delusional. I wasn't the first girl coming out of his room at unholy hours and I wouldn't be the last.

I needed something more serious to make people think he was mine, and not just for sex. Maybe I could hold his hand as we walked down the hallway? If only it wouldn't alarm him.

I dressed up in record time and packed all the books I would need for school. Seconds later, I was in the ICT lab, scanning the dark room for his muscular frame. He was behind a computer, the only source of light in the darkness, wearing a pair of nerdy glasses. This boy could pull off rugged handsome, rich-boy handsome, Greek god handsome and nerdy handsome. He was perfect.

"Lea?" he asked, not looking up from the computer screen.

I grinned in the darkness and made a sound.

"Come here."

My heart leapt with happiness. I settled into the seat beside his, my eyes automatically gluing to the side of his face. "I didn't take you for a nerd."