Diaries of a Teenage Hooker

06

              Once I was back in my seat beside Kendrick, my stomach churning anxiously, I decided that I would tell him then and there about everything, even if I had to admit that I gave my 'brother' a blowjob.

"Kendrick?" I asked. A small smile flitted to my lips. His name sounded so natural coming out of my mouth.

"Lea," he answered back. He was working on something that looked complicated and his attention was on it completely, although his left hand had found my knee.

"My stalkers, they have been contacting me. I lied," I told him.

"I figured as much. You're not a very convincing liar, Lea. What I don't understand is why. Don't you want them out of your life? Martin told me that it was a matter of life and death."

It was like Martin to exaggerate. I grinned and continued, "It's not that serious, but I want them gone. This is why."

I handed him the phone, a second too late to check the message that promptly arrived. I hoped that it was another threat, so that he would see the severity of the issue.

"What is this?" Kendrick asked.

"My stalkers. If you scroll a little bit further, you'll see what they've been using to black—"

"Lea, there's a video of you fondling my cock while I'm passed out on here. What the hell?"

Ah, those smart fuckers. How dumb of me to have thought that they wouldn't pull a stunt like this? I should've known.

"It's not what it looks like," I spoke slowly, trying to remain calm. Tears were threatening to spill out, but then I wouldn't be able to speak properly if I was crying.

"What is wrong with you?"

Just then, another text came in. I made for the phone, but he snatched it away, his expression growing angrier as he read whatever was on it.

"Give me my phone," I said, my voice cracking.

"'Don't praise me for basic human decency.' What a joke," he said dismissively. He tossed my phone after that, and I hurried to catch hold of it before it fell and smashed. It was warm to the touch, like it'd been overheating.

I opened the stalkers' chat, but the video Kendrick claimed to have seen was gone. They must've unsent the message. I looked back up at Kendrick, and he was glaring at me angrily, his jaw ticking.

"I promise, I wasn't—"

"Just leave, please."

The note of finality in his voice had me scrambling to obey him. I grabbed my bag and left the lab, my vision blurry from the onslaught of warm, salty tears. What was I thinking? That these stalkers were a miracle? I was such an idiot.

I rushed to the girls' common room. I didn't want to go back to the dorm because they'd seen me from there. Perhaps, nowhere was safe, because even in the lab, they were able to watch my movements.

The common room was spacious and there were practically no places to hide. Large windows allowed the sunrise to flood the room with light, illuminating any corners that would've otherwise been covered in darkness.

I settled into my usual seat and took my phone out. Immediately, there was a notification, and I knew it had to be them. No one had been texting me this much, and I didn't have any social media, so I hardly got any notifications.