The injured butterfly

Chapter 4

Have you ever just walked into a room and spotted someone that just pissed you off for no reason.?

You just see them standing there, in a bright blue sweater and maroon skinny jeans from a distance and you just get a feeling of loathing and disgust, that's how I felt when I walked back to the Buzz.

There, standing next to my good friend Bramdon, was by far the worst and most annoying person in the entire world.

Jalen Dyer.

Allow me to explain, a few months ago a boy approached me on the corner, he said he wanted me to make him a prostitute, he told me this story about how he grew up with lots of money and things  but his mommy and daddy said he was going to have to pull his own weight and get a job. He chose to try prostitution. He said he would pay me with money and French lessons.

Of course Brandon and I said no.

How was he going to pay me in money if he needs the job to get money? And why would I need to know French? 

So you can imagine my frustration when I saw him standing there  looking like a Luna Lovegood outfit.

"Dearest darlingest Jalen, have you come back to shower us in your first world problems again? Because if you are I need you to make it snappy, there is fine young gentleman in a Mercedes-Benz eyeing me down like a lion and its prey."

"I think you mean he's looking at me. Obviously I'm even more prettier than you, so he would want me." He replied in his feminine, high pitched voice. Brandon laughed. "What do you find so funny, peasant?"

"First of all honey, the only peasant here, is you. Mike and I are Gods and you are a peon beneath our feet. You kindly address us that way. Second of all bitch, 'even more prettier'? You'd think with all that money you grew up with your parent would've gotten you a good ass education but it seems illiteracy must run in your family. Third of all brat, you need to know that anyone who wears a light blue sweater and maroon pants at the same time, is someone who doesn't want to live and doesn't get the privilege to be called pretty. I'm sorry but you need to go back from once you came and reevaluate your life, alright ok, have a nice day." 

The whole street seemed to go silent, I swear even the birds stop singing to enjoy a nice cup of tea and watch this unfold. 

Jalen looked dumbfounded at Brandon, he looked around and noticed that we were being watched. 

"Well... You....... We... At least I have a normal body." He retorted 

"But bitch where though? You're built like a stop sign. And please tell me what you believe is wrong with me." Brandon slightly smiled and watched Jalen.

"Look at you. You claim you're a bottom but a real bottom should be thin and hairless, if anything you're the exact opposite."

"Oh really? Well your dad seems to like it when he's choking on my dick, and at least you can tell what I look like. What about you though? I take back my previous statement, you're not built like a stop sign, you're built like one of the little M&Ms off the commercials had sex with an up-side-down traffic cone then their child married a troll and you are the outcome of that."

Silence. 

And just like that Jalen was gone, thank the universe.

"I really love you. Like so much you don't understand."

He laughed at me "Isn't there someone waiting for you? Something about a Mercedes-Benz." 

"Actually, that fine young man was looking at you." I respond, checking to make sure the man was still there, he was in all his tall, dark, and sexy glory. "Go get you some honey bunches. Bring me back a souvenir?" 

"You're so weird Mikey... I love it." And with that, Brandon was gone.

I checked the time to discover I still have a couple hours til Leo gets  back.

Time to sell some drugs and suck some dick.

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Hi,  I know it has been awhile but I'm back and I want to see this story through, so hopefully I don't suck ass. Please remember to comment and vote