The 'stripper gang', as I call Damon and his friends practically comes over everyday. They've met the kids and the kids find them 'amusing' and 'fun'.
I'll look on the bright side, which was the freedom I got when I forced those strippers to babysit the kids. Wrong to trust strippers, I know, but this is different. They all had different sob stroies to tell and I believed every single bit of it. Ok- maybe not EVERY bit, but enough to trust them with.
Travis wanted to be an acountant. Matt is studying, like me. He's taking a med course. He's a few months older than I am and Damon doesn't look to pleased about that. Mike is the newbie, but acts like the leader already. Jace is the oldest and 'most experienced', as they said. And Jake, well, he isn't as I thought. He's the eldest and obviously expected to be the most mature and responsible, but...... he isn't .
Knowing that they weren't as bad as I thought they would be, they are still pretty annoying.
They still can't get over the fact that I'm a psychologist. They keep a close eye on me and sometimes I catch them looking at me weird. I'm not like I'm going to disect their brains, for cryin' out loud !
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We were all at my place. Sally and Kevin just went home.
I was at the dining table with Matt sharing stories about our studies. Damon has been keeping a close watch on me ever since I got closer to Matt.
Matt and I were in a deep conversation until...
"Truth or dare ! ", shouted Jace.
Bottles of beer were lined up on the table in the living room. Matt raced off to join the others, leaving me the oh so squeaky clean and alcohol free psychologist at the dining table.
"We are missing one person. ", Mike said with a mischievios grin. Mike and Damon met glances and looked at me, cracking their knuckles.
The other guys chuckled.
"This is going to get fuuuun !" , Travis said.
My eyes widen in realisation of what they're about to to. They stood up and came closer to me. Whatever it is , I'm sure that I won't like it.
I need an escape plan.
Without thinking, I pointed to the door and shouted , "Oh My God ! Is that your ex girlfriend ?"
As expected, all of them snapped their heads to the door.
A few of them even said a few girl names, probably one of their exes. Their expressions were priceless!!! Haha ! They looked pretty, ok, VERY freaked out.
With no hesitation, I sprinted up the stairs.
They saw there were no one at the door and turned to look at me, but they found no one at the dining room.
YOU ARE READING
A Stripper of a Neighbor
Teen Fiction-completed- A psychologist meets a stripper. A stripper of a neighbor; a story which will ( hopefully ) make you cry, laugh, and become all emo ! Ok.. Maybe not.. But GIVE IT A GO !
