They Call Him Crazy

Chapter Nine

My head was pounding when I opened my eyes. My surroundings looked different then my flat.. Oh that's right, I stayed at Charlotte's last night. I yawned and stretched. Over to my left, nobody was there. Charlotte must be awake already.

I got out of bed and walked over to the door when I heard what seemed like two people whispering.

"Gemma, I told you. Harry came by last night for Collin!" Charlotte groaned.

"Harry is suppose to be dead.." Gemma sighed.

"Well he's fucking not, is he? Oh and I'm pretty sure she's starting to figure everything out." Charlotte sighed.

"Ugh! Where is she?" Gemma groaned.

"Sleeping." Char simply replied.

"Show me where." Gemma seemed irritated.

Charlotte sighed in defeat.

"Follow me." Char said.

The footsteps got closer and closer. I ran to the bed and laid back down. My eyelids shut, pretending to be asleep.

The bedroom door creaked open and my heart started to race.

"See, she's asleep." Charlotte groaned.

"Wait a second.." Gemma trailed off.

Her footsteps became closer to me as my heart beat skyrocketed. Gemma stood right next to me as I faked my sleep still.

"Yeah, she's definitely sleeping. Let's go." Gemma sighed.

Once I was positive they were gone, I opened my eyes. I walked towards the door and listened to their little conversation they were having about me.

"Keep an eye on her." Gemma demanded.

"Trust me, I will." Charlotte replied.

"Good and if anything happens, tell me." Gemma sternly spoke.

"Okay fine now get out of my flat!" Charlotte yelled.

After about an hour, and I was more than sure that Gemma had left, I walked out of the bedroom. Charlotte was in the kitchen making breakfast when I saw her.

"Morning Charlotte." I fake yawned.

"Well, good afternoon." Charlotte smiled.

"What you mean?" I asked, confused.

"It's 7 in the afternoon." Charlotte laughed.

"Oh that's why you're making pasta for breakfast." I half laughed.

"What's wrong?" Char asked.

"Nothing. I just miss my brother." I lied.

"Oh, well remember we got work at 9." Charlotte reminded me.

"At 9?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah, I asked if we could have the same schedule." Charlotte shrugged.

"Oh." I simply replied.

Charlotte put some pasta on a plate and handed the plate to me. I gladly took it and sat down on her couch. Charlotte had cartoons on so I ate my dinner while watching Spongebob. I never realized how raunchy it actually is.

When I was done with my food, it was already 7:45. I needed to get ready, and now. As quickly as I could, I ran into Charlotte's room to find her going through her clothes.

"You're wearing this." Char pointed towards a peach flower crop top that looked like it would only cover my boobs, and a pair of shorty shorts.

It's only fucking spring..

"Don't overthink it. Just wear it!" Char laughed.

I fake laughed and grabbed the outfit she handed me. I went into her bathroom and quickly changed into the outfit. It looked cute, honestly. As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, Charlotte gaped at me.

"It's cute on you!" Char exclaimed.

"Thanks." I flushed.

"Come in here and I'll do your makeup." Char pulled me into the bathroom.

Charlotte got underneath the sink and pulled out a huge bag of makeup. She carefully went through everything until she settled on black eyeshadow, black eyeliner, and mascara. I sat down on the toilet as she did my makeup. Once she was finished, I looked in the mirror and gasped.

I looked really cute.

"Wear my black combat boots that are by the door!" Charlotte yelled.

I went back out to the living room and saw her combat boots next to a letter. It was addressed to me.. I grabbed the letter and stuffed it in my purse and put the boots on my feet. Tying them was honestly hard. I don't know why but it was hard.

"You ready?" Charlotte yelled.

"Yeah!" I yelled back.

Charlotte came out of the hallway wearing a red belly shirt with black booty shorts. I don't think I will ever wear anything like this again. This is what hoes wear. I only work at a fucking strip club as a bartender. I'm not a hoe like some of the strippers. But I gotta give them props, because they going through real shit and continue doing their job. It amazes me.

Charlotte and I grabbed a jacket and threw it on over our clothes. We ran into her car and turned the heat on right away.

The short drive to work was silent. I was mainly thinking about what Gemma and Charlotte were saying. I thought Charlotte was my friend, that I could trust her. Obviously I can't and now I fully understand that.

"Time to get inside, beauty." Charlotte took me from my daze.

"Okay." I replied as I stepped outside of her car.

As soon as we walked in, I saw a familiar face sitting at the bar.

Niall.

I walked over behind the bar, letting Chrisrianna know that her shift was over. Niall checked out my outfit and smirked.

"What can I get ya Niall?" I asked.

"Well I'm here with my buddy, Liam. And we wanted to know if you're gonna dance like them other girls did yesterday?" Niall asked.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Great. Can I get two beers, please." He smirked.

I nodded and turned around. The beers were in a cooler underneath the bar counter. Og course they are. I had to bend over to take them out of the cooler, earning whistles from Niall and I believe his friend Liam.

I turned towards them and handed them their drinks.

"Thanks babe. And here's a tip." He handed me a fifty dollar bill.

Holy shit.

The rest of my night until 12 was simple and easy.

"Time to counter dance." Charlotte whispered to me.

"Okay." I whispered nervously.

"CAN I HAVE EVERYONE's ATTENTION?" Charlotte yelled through a megaphone.

A bunch of guys looked towards us and the strippers winked at me.

"OUR NEWBIE IS GOING TO JOIN US IN OUR WILD ACTIVITIES. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, GIVE IT UP FOR COLLIN!" Charlotte yelled.

A bunch of people were hollering and yelling.

What have I got myself into?