Pole Dancer

Tuesday Afternoon

"Come on Barbie wake up. It's three in the afternoon." Jennie walked into my room and opened the curtains, letting the sun fill the room.

Groaning I pulled the blanket over my head, way too bright, I pull a pillow over my head to block out the intense sunlight.

"Don't you have a class today?"

"At eight-thirty tonight," I mumble into my pillow.

"Fine sleep your life away, only because of what Henry told me," she giggled." But don't be late and remember you have work tonight!"

"More of a reason you should let me sleep!" I yelled after her.

The room was dark again and the bedroom door closed. Pulling the blanket back down I fixed my pillow, cuddled into it, and fell asleep.

When I finally woke up, with just enough time to get to my eight o'clock evening class,  I pulled my hair into a messy- I don't care- bun and my race car slippers and walked to class.

I sat down in one of the few open seats, placed at the back of the room and sat down, and began working on writing down the notes on the chalkboard at the front of the room.

The sound of stilettos echoed as they entered the room, they stopped and I heard a sigh before they continued and got louder as they got closer.

"Why does the last empty seat have to be next to you?" Stacy sneered.

I rolled my eyes and stayed silent as I continued to write the notes down in my notebook.

"Have you talked to your brother lately?" Stacy spoke up again, as she pulled out the chair and sat down.

"No, I haven't talked to him in three months." I sighed, not looking up, still trying to focus on the board as I finished writing the notes.

"He broke up with me, he said I wasn't loyal and he couldn't trust me." I could hear the sadness in her voice and a pout on her lips.

"About time he learned." My voice monotoned.

"Why haven't you talked to him in three months?" She questioned changing the subject off her.

I was thankful when the professor started class giving me a reason not to answer, that that I was going to anyway.

All through class Stacy tried to talk to me, texting, passing notes, whispering, I ignored her as I tried my best to focus on the teacher but she was very persistent. I wanted to move seats to get away from her but the class was full, nowhere to run. She started tapping her nails on the desk, finally, the people sitting nearby were as done with her as I was and called her out. "Can you stop?" "Be quiet!" Many people complained and glared. She sat back in her chair and kept pouting, I could feel her eyes on me the rest of the lecture.

 As soon as the professor dismissed the class and people started packing up and leaving the room. Stacy grabbed my arm so I couldn't get up, "why haven't you talked to Dallas?"

"I have to go to work, I'll see you later Stacy." I stood up and started to walk out of the room towards my apartment to get ready.

She hurried and followed me, her heels clicking the ground as she attempted to run after my fast-paced walk. "Dakota, I know where your dorm room is."

I spun around so fast she nearly ran into me, she had to take a few steps back to look at me right.

"No you don't, I don't live on campus. Second, it doesn't concern you why I haven't talked to  Dallas, it's between me and him." I growled. "Now if you'll excuse me unlike your spoiled ass I have to work so if you don't mind." I turned back around and began angrily walking, basically stomping home.  

The walk home was a nice way to cool down, Stacy being in close proximity was upsetting enough but bringing up my brother. That was a sore spot for both of us, her cause he dumped her, me cause we weren't talking. I pulled out my phone and looked at our last text messages. Talking about mom, it was right before my last visit to see her. I pocketed my phone and walked inside to my room. I laid back on my bed and sighed, I wonder if he'd seen mom since then. Shaking off the feeling I put my books away and pulled out my bag for work. 

Taking a deep breath, I walked out of my room into the kitchen waiting for Jennie to come home so we could head to work. I looked through my bag once last time and wiped my mind of what happened today and got ready to be a huge whore.