Hey guys, i know it's been like, fo reallll long since i last posted, well, anything :/
that is because my uncle's dumbass dog slobbered all over the computer and got it all screwed up.
but because you've had to wait so long, i'll upload 2 more chapters in this story, and maybe a few in 'under water'
hows that sound ?:D
loveeeee, Mua! <3
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I dont spend most of my time being a male entertainer...I also bartend too. But thats only in the night. In the day time im just a regular 18 year-old, who's trying to make his way in life. But for some odd reason, life doesnt seem to want to give me a chance.
Sitting at my desk, my eyelids were closeing and I was starting to fall asleep. I could bearly hear the teacher talk, everything sounded so fuzzy. Thats what I get for working so late. I get home at 2am just to go to school at 7 am.
Sucks right?...
"Snow....Snow?....RICO SNOW!" shouted a voice wich snaped me back to reality.
I jumped up with a stupid shocked look upon my face. once again I had fallen asleep in class and once again I know I was getting detention. I could hear a few snickers and giggles, but the look on the teachers face was that fo annoyance.
"Fifth time this week Mr. Snow" mumbled my math teacher, Mrs. Krump. She was elderly lady, possibly in her early fifties withfaded grays and heavyeyeliner, she defenitly could pass off as a witch."You know exactly what that means?" she interjected.
She didnt have to tell me twice.
As she was about to speak agagin, the bell rang wich ment the end of the day for me. As quickly as I could, I grabbed my stuff and headed out the door.
Walking down the crowded hallway, I turned the next corner and headed downstairs where my locker was. At least this hallway was much emptier.
"Where do you think your going Freak?" Called out a voice from behind me. I turned around to see who it was, that was a big mistake.
A pair of hands grabbed me by my shoulders and threw me up against the metal lockers. The air was knocked out of me as my head jerked back and slammed on a locker.
Fluttering my eyes abit, I looked up to see a pair of hazel-green eyes stareing down at me. It was Richie Sales, Quaterback of the football team and my worst tormentor.
"Hey Fag, how's it going?" he asked in his sick playful tone.
Stammering abit, I looked to the side, trying so hard not to tear up, not to let him see me cry.
"Well, everything was going well...until I saw your face" That part slipped out.
Pressing me harder against the metal frame of the lockers, Richie leaned in closer to me, the smell of his cheap aftershave was enough to make me want to gag.
"I would'nt be such a smartass If I were you." Oh boy, here we go again with that threat." I know your secret, and unless you want the whole school to find out, you'll meet me in the boys room, in twenty minuets" he hissed.
Richie knew about my job as a stripper when he and a few college junkies snuck into the club I worked at and sat in the back row. Unfortunately he snuck in just in time to see my act. Ever since then, he's made my life a living hell and threatens to expose my secret to the entire school if I dont do his bidding. He also doesnt like me because of the fact that I heard rumors his girlfriend, Charline Henderson, Head of the Cheerleading Squad, had a crush on me.
Half-Smileing I slightly nodded. He seemed satsified with my response but still held me against the locker.
"Hey Sales, why dont you go and suck your own dick in the boys bathroom" came a voice from behind him.
Atlas...my saviour has come to save me...
Letting me go, Richie turned around was face to face with Anya Vancourt, my bestfriend and my guardian angel, in a metephorical sense.
It was actually funny, watching Anya stare at Richie behind that infamous red glases of her's. She had once fought Richie, and kicked his ass. And ever since then, he didnt mess with her, but his girlfriend and her friends would constantly try to jump Anya after school. Stupid bitches, if only they would understand that Anya was a third degree black belt.
"Leave him alone Sale's....unless you want me to shove my size six and half foot up your sorry ass" she hissed. She was like a sadistic angel, but way more prettier. Her black hair and red highlights made her tanish complextion seem more desierable.
"Whatever bitch, your not even worth talking to" he spat back, letting me go and walking away before lookeing back twords me with a crooked smile."Twenty minuets" he mouthed.
