Fuck You Mr. Steele

Chapter One

Katherine

"Let's go out!" My friend Eliza exclaims as she jumps over the back of the couch, landing with a thud.

"No." I say flatly.

"But we never go out!" Eliza whines, while she kicks her feet on the couch.

"We always go out.". And that was true.  We always did go out, get drunk, and she comes home with guys every single time.  Me? not so much.  I never can pull a guy because I just don't want a one night hook up.  I want the relationship, something men don't really want.  All they care about is sex, and Eliza was willing to give it to them.

"Don't be a sour puss." she pouts as she crosses her arms across her cheast.

"You just want to get a guy!" I accuse.

She scoffs at me.

"I don't always bring a guy back when we go out.." she trails off.

I raise my eye brows at her.

"Seriously?" I qustion.

"When was the last time you didn't  being a guy home?"

She squints her eyes as she tries to recall a time she didn't.  A few moments of silence go by.

"HA! you know I'm right!" I gloat.

She sags in defeat.

"Why does it matter so much if I bring a guy home?"

Now it was my turn to scoff.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, really.  What's such the big deal?" she asks innocently.

I smirk at her, does she really not know?

"Liza, you aren't the quitest person when having sex." I point out.

Her face goes a deep crimson red.

"That's so not true!"

"Oh, but it is."

"You're just mad guys never hit on you!"

I roll my eyes at hwe feeble attempt to get a reaction out of me.

I mean, it wasn't like I never got hit on.  I wasn't ugly.  Sure, Eliza was prettier then me but it was a huge difference.  Eliza has golden blonde hair that went to her shoulders.  She had a body to kill for.  She towered at a height of 5'8, not even counting when she put on her heels.  She was thin and had muscle.  Her lack of figure didn't change anything.  She had baby blue eyes that popped against her tan completion.  She was drop dead gorgeous.

Now me?  I think I'm just plain.  With my shit brown eyes, (Something my mom would always describe them as) dark brown hair that fell tothe middle of my back, and petrie 5'3 heitgh, I'd say I was average. 

I had curves, Eliza would always tell me I looked exotic. That's was a damn lie though.

"Yeah, it's not like I give more lap dances then you." I smugly say.

"I'm better on the pole." she points out.

Eliza and I have been working at a strip club.  We have been working there for the past four years that we've been going to college.  It all started when we needed jobs to pay for rent on the apartment we shared.  When we were younger, we would always say we would work as strippers when we got older.

Guess what? Turns out, we did actually make that childhood dream come true.

But Eliza was right, she was better at the pole.  A whole lot better then me.  Eliza was is one of those people that were just born to be flexible.  God  did not gift me with that ability.

I sigh.

"Don't you ever get tired of men?"

"How do you even get tired of men?" Eliza fires back.

"Please Kitty?" she begs.

I frown at the god awful nickname she gave me when we were kids.

I stare at her, wiping my face clean of any emotion.  Giving her my black stare.

She stares at me with her puppy dog eyes in return. 

I'm not backing down, not this time.  We continue to stare at each other.

I'm not going to give in.

I'm not going to give in.

I chant to myself.

Eliza juts her bottom lip out.  I have to look away, it's disgusting at how adorable she could look for a 24 year old. 

I drop my head in defeat.

Eliza claps her hands together excitedly and screams.

I sigh dramatically and crawl off the floor I have been laying on for the past hour.   Eliza jumps off the couch and runs into her room.

"We'll leave in ten." She calls.

"Whatever."

We most defenitly won't leave in ten. That girl takes forever to get ready.

I make my way into my small rectangular room.  The walls are a pale pink that match with my gray polka dot  duvet.  My bed was pushed against the farthest wall, under the window that have me a fantastic view of the parking lot. 

There isside table next to the bed that hold an ugly lamp my mother gave me.  The Vanity is to the left of my door.  I walk towards my small closet in the wall.  It may be small, but I have a ton of clothes. Probably more then I even need.  I rumage through my clothes and pick out a plum colored dress that fell to the middle of my thighs.  It was strapless and was tight on the bodic then flowed out at my waist.  I slip out of my current attire. which was black shorts and a hoodie.  I pull my dress on and take my hair out its messy bun.  I run my fingers through my hair and fluff it a bit.  It was naturally wavy and it cascaded down my back.  I make my way back to my closet and hunt for shoes.  I decide on my black sparkly pumps.  Leaving my room behind me, I make my way to the bathroom that me and Eliza share.    It was a dark blue with dark tile flooring, the paint was chipping in some spots.  But it was fairly nice.  The shower was only a small rectangle in the corner, the toilet was about a foot away from it. 

I grab my makeup bag that is sitting on the counter.  I apply some mascara, not really feeling like putting anything else on.  I do a once over of myself in the mirror. 

I look decent enough.  I'm not the one that really wanted to go out anyways.  I make my way back out into our living room and plop down on the couch. 

After a while, I start to move around, restless from sitting here.

"Eliza, are you ready yet?" I yell.

Banging comes from her room and she stumbles out of her bedroom.  She catches her balance and straightens herself out.  I can't stiffle the giggle that escapes my lips.

She glares at me as she comes into the living room.

"Let's go!" Eliza shouts.

She grabs her purse off the kitchen counter and walks out of our apartment.  I follow her lead and grab mine as well.  I close the apartment  door behind me and lock it with my key.  Shoving the key in my purse, I trail after Eliza.

Tonight is going to be a long night.