Forced To Please {MxB}

1 | Fuck.

"Come on Izzy, stop zoning out already!" I found myself blinking a couple of times as Alesia pinched my nose, snapping me out of my thoughts. Looking around I remembered that I was currently in math class, and Mr. Jennings was ranting about how cute his daughter was. Again. Perhaps that was why I zoned out.

"How long was I out?" I whispered, looking towards Alesia as I closed my math book, seeing as we weren't going to be using it again this class. I pressed my tongue piercing to the roof of my mouth and rolled it around as she answered, saying I had only been gone for about ten minutes. "Okay good," I said with a slight nod of my head as I sat up a bit straighter. "Where are we going out to eat?" I asked as I leaned over a bit, so that we wouldn't get caught interrupting Mr. Jennings bragging.

"I don't know, let me ask Emmett and see what he says, he's the one paying." Alesia then pulled out her phone and began texting, most likely Emmett, and she didn't even try to hide her phone underneath the table. "He says we're going to McDonald's," she said, not looking over at me as she began texting again.  

I rolled my eyes, we always went to McDonald's when it was his turn to pay. It wasn't like I didn't like the restaurant, it was just too greasy for my liking, and left my stomach unable to settle for hours.

I licked my lips as I rested my chin on the palm of my hand, intending to just zone out for the rest of the class. I wanted to go to the music room and play one of the violins, but I didn't have music until after lunch, and I was sure Alesia would force Emmett and I to skip since she had p.e.

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By the time lunch came around I wanted to scream, pull out my hair, throw one of the desks, curl up into a ball and cry, and lock myself in the music room for days. High school was stressful, but I was almost done with it, then I was off to college. I knew that college wouldn't be much better, but at least I wouldn't have to socialize. Alesia was going to a college in Florida, and Emmett was going way over to California.

I didn't know where I was going to go yet. I should have, but I didn't. I knew it wasn't going to be very far, my mother couldn't afford a college very far, despite what she said. I knew she always said to go to whatever college I wanted to, to not worry about money, but it was hard not to when I caught her late at night in the kitchen, stressing over bills she shouldn't have to pay by herself.

That was why I got a part time job. She was still young, and yet she already had a few gray hairs from stress. I wanted to make things as easy as possible for her, it was why I was trying my best to get a dance and violin scholarship, and keeping a 3.7 grade point average.

"Izzy, I swear you've been zoning out all day. What's wrong?" Alesia asked and I dismissively shook my head as we walked with Emmett to lunch, her umbrella shading us both from the bright sun.

She always carried it around when she went outside, saying that she didn't want to get dark, and liked it when she was light. Being Cuban, she was naturally quite dark already, and I personally thought she looked beautiful when she was tan. Sadly, the kids at school didn't think the same, and she was often bullied for it, causing her to try hard not to get tan, even in the summer.

Sadly, she tried to push her habits onto us, and my already pale skin only became paler after I became her friend and got to know her. I didn't mind, save for the sunburns when she wasn't with me it wasn't that bad, and it was easier to look like a vampire for Halloween. So, I ignored Emmett's chuckles as I walked underneath the umbrella with her, her hand having a death grip on my arm as though I were going to run away at any given second.