Making Ends Meet

Chapter 2

This chapter will be dedicated to @BrideOfChucky because she gives amazing comments ALL THE TIME!! Shouldn't have favorites.. But you're my number one fan!!!! I wasn't going to post this until I got more feedback, but I thought, why not? It's done, so here you go loves!!!

Xita woke up and immediately thought of Booney. She didn't know what the fuck kind of pimp use the name Booney, but as fine as he looked, it didn't even matter. He looked so good, she'd drink his bath water. 

Booney was supposed to pick her up from school, so she decided on her body con dress with her white wedge sneakers. The dress showed off all of her curves, her cleavage pushing her boobs up. Knowing the dress was too short, she put on some black tights that she bought yesterday with her birthday money. 

She looked good as hell even though the tights dampened the whole look just a tad. She was off this weekend, and if things went great with Booney, she would be working for him instead. She could hardly wait. All she could see was dollar signs.

As soon as she walked up into the school, all eyes were on her, but her brothers quickly changed all that. 

"Man what the fuck is y'all looking at?" Tobiance yelled, when they made it to the parking lot. 

"We told yo ass not to wear that tight ass fucking dress!" Micah snapped. They both flanked the sides of her, walking slightly behind her, hoping to hide that ass she had out for everybody to see. 

"I'm sorry you guys, but all the other girls be wearing stuff like this," Xita said, walking like a model, and her brothers were like her security guards. They both looked older than her, they were both about six feet, and had a lot of muscles to just be a sophomore and a junior. They had girls flocking them everyday. 

"Them be hoes," Micah snapped, making Xita think to what she was about to be. Is a prostitute better than a hoe? Of course, a prostitute gets paid. No, not a prostitute, an escort. The guys usually don't follow her around, they usually go on about their business. 

Not today though. They were both glaring at everybody, so nobody approached the two of them until they followed Xita all the way to her class, before they left her by herself and went to their own classes. 

"Hey mama, what's yo name?" This boy named Devontay slid into the seat next to her. Devontay was a senior, and he could have damn near any girl he wanted, all he had to do was flash a smile, showcasing that left dimple, with his sparkling eyes, and dazzling teeth. Any girl, except Xita. 

"I'm gay," she said, keeping her eyes trained on the board. 

"You don't look gay to me," he said and she could feel his eyes roaming up and down her body lustfully. 

"I am gay," she repeated again. Xita did not have time for the likes of him or anybody else in this school. She didn't have friends before and she definitely didn't need any new friends, with what she was planning on doing. She couldn't say she didn't want the attention though. 

"Why you lying?" He asked, sounding irritated. 

"I ain't interested," she finally turned to look at him, and just looking at him made her want to change her mind. He was brown skinned with a taper fade, light brown eyes, and perfect pearly whites. There was no wonder females would drool over him. Just as she was going to look back at the board, the bell rang, signalling the start of class. 

"Stuck up hoe," she heard him mumble as he got up and went to his seat on the other side of the room. Xita wasn't phased not one bit by his words. She didn't care what anybody at the school thought about her. 

Around the time that lunch came around, she had been hit on about four times, and she was flattered, yet irritated. She couldn't remember the last time she ever got so much attention. Except when she used to get wolf whistles when she wore clothes that were way too small, not by choice.