Cat Eyes (manxman) *Completed*

Four: Kimo

I couldn't keep the frown off of my face as I was being shoved into the back of a car. Penelope was laughing like crazy as the car peeled away from the curb. I just robbed a bank. I'm going to jail and I'm going to die. My eyes watched the different buildings fly by as the car flew down the street. I jumped when loud laughter was filling the car, making me look over to see Bear and Mace staring at bags of money. Honestly the whole thing made me sick to my stomach.

When the car finally stopped, I looked up to see my apartment staring back at me. After everyone else got out, I slowly followed behind them as Bear handed the driver some money before he drove away. I watched as Penelope, Mace and Bear started laughing and howling as they threw money into the air. Seriously, how stupid can they be?

Before I could take another step, I turned and emptied my stomach into a bush. Poor little bush. My body jumped when a hand was suddenly slamming onto my back. Quickly wiping my mouth, I turned to see Mace smiling down at me. There was a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, the smoke blowing towards my face.

"What a rush huh?"

Rolling my eyes, I straightened to see those blue eyes still staring at me. "I guess."

"Want to go in and celebrate?" He asked while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Leave me alone," I said through gritted teeth. Just seeing him holding a wad of cash was making my stomach turn even more.

Mace shrugged before taking one final drag of his cigarette before throwing it onto the ground. When he walked away, I rolled my eyes before stepping on the cigarette with my boot. I then turned back towards the bush and threw up again, when I remembered everyone's scared faces in the bank. A certain pair of green eyes were still in my mind, no idea why. It's not like I haven't seen green eyes before, I have no idea why the eyes I saw in bank were standing out more to me.

Sighing, I walked towards the apartment while Bear was picking up the remainder money on the ground. I wanted to throw up again just thinking about the fact that I'm not a bank robber. God I'm such an awful person.

*

What was worse than robbing a bank? Having to go to work when you're a stripper. It was even worse when I had to put on that stupid sparkly thong, something that made me sick to my stomach. I had been throwing up a lot recently; I was surprised I was even standing. When I noticed all of the other guys were already out on stage, I cursed before walking out. I took a deep breath before plastering a fake smile on my face.

Just get through it then you can go home and rest, I thought while trying to not look at all the gross men staring at me. When I saw someone walking towards the stage, I tensed when I realized who it was. His green eyes made me realize he was the guy from the bank, oh god. Did he recognize me? Was he going to report me?

I took a quick look at him, since I didn't really get a good look at him before. He had thick brown hair, which was styled really nicely on top of his head. There was a well kept beard on his face, something I had always found attractive. I'm sick.

"Can I talk to you?" His deep voice asked.

I nervously looked around before whispering, "I have to be working." It would be my luck that someone would see me talking and yell at me.

"Hey buddy, I want a lap dance!" A gross old man suddenly said, making me frown.

"It's my birthday, can I have one first?" The man said, making me take a nervous breath. I then nodded before following him over to a chair, feeling disgusting. I had always hated giving lap dances to people, especially attractive men.