Baby Brother

5- Date

"Don't make the chicken cross the road. She'll go when she's ready"

Mitchell Above
I sighed, knowing what came next when I heard that menacing bell in my ears. Usually I'd be thrilled about the last bell, but given what had happened this morning I'd rather stay in class. I had been made fun of all day because I looked like a real drag queen. I made my way out of class as slow as possible and went to my locker, knowing I couldn't cry no matter how much I wanted to since I'd be punished by my bullies. It's bad enough I got punished by my older brothers, but not my bullies too. "How's everyone's little bitch doing hmm?" Darwin had asked, making me blush, though luckily it was hidden. I...hope. "Uh..." I gulped. "Come on, we can't leave him waiting!" He cackled and jerked my arm as he went out of the school and too me to a silver Prius where muscular guy sat, making me feel uncomfortable. "One night with a bitch, as promised," Darwin smirked as he threw me in the car, my face landing on the dude's lap. "Perfect," he laughed before driving off, the car door hardly even shut. "Where are you taking me?" I asked, managing to get off his lap. "I'm taking you out for dinner then we're going back to my house," he answered me. I nodded, beginning to bit the wax off my lips. That's when I felt a sharp slap on my thigh. "No picking off the lipstick unless you want your night ruined," he warned. "I don't even know you," I glared. "You don't need to," he laughed. "Yes I do," I squinted. "Fine, my name is Michell, I'm 18 years old and if you try any funny business I'll beat your ass with one of the several whips I own," I shrunk down at his tone. "Uh...oh," I looked down, biting my tongue. We stop at Texas Steakhouse and he takes me inside, complementing my make up and my "curves" the whole time. I wounded if he thinks I'm a girl. No, I don't look that much like a girl do I? "And what can I get you ma'am?" The waiter asked me. "Umm..." I was always shy around people, even at restaurants. "We'll just take your best Coors Light!" The Guy, Mitchell, interrupts. "A-actually I'll have-" he gives me a warning glance. "N-never mind," I shrunk in the booth. I don't drink for several reasons, especially because my bottom would be black and blue and numb if my older brothers ever caught me. The waiter soon came out with drink and took our order before leaving us alone once again. That's when I see a familiar face in the front. Marcus was on a date with some chick who I've never seen before. Great! He can't see me! I need to get out of here! What do I do?! "I-I need to powder my nose," I say, which sounded a bit more womanish than I'd hoped. "Be back," I make my way to the bathroom, though it was hard to go fast with these six inch heals on. Once in the bathroom I take off the heels and wig and throw them in the trash before reaching for the vents. "Can I help you?" I quickly turn around, luckily it wasn't Mitchell or Marcus but rather a few other males. "I-I'm just trying to get away from the date my friend sat me up with," I said nervously. Just then, one of them pinned me against the wall. I gulped, knowing this was bad.