Don't Touch My Stripper(BoyxBoy)-Editing

Chapter 4

Sorry this chapter it's a little bit too rushy i guess because i was tring my best to finished it up so you guys could read all the drama, but my grammar and english keeps telling me something sounds wrong. Plus, i think this chapter is a result of my creativeness.. Blame my creativity for ruining it.. And guys, vote pwease.. Better yet, share so yoir friends could read it too, if you guys are kind and generous enough..

Jasper’s POV

The whole day of school was a mess. My mind was flying everywhere but my body seems to act like a useless puppet. Images of yesterday’s incident keep on haunting me and my mind somehow reacts towards it as if attacker is somewhere around this school and it’s telling me not to forget about it. I kept telling myself that there’s no way my attacker could be in the same school as I am because if there was, then my identity as a stripper would be revealed a long time ago.

Plus, I didn’t even catch a glimpse of my attacker. The only think I could see was him snickering at my helplessness and the pleasure that I have given him. Other than that, my attacker was obviously a boy since he was able to put his ‘pole’ into my ‘hole’ and I know from the fact that it’s not a sex toy since he released his substance inside of me. Damn, he really did a good job himself. He manage to make me feared my own enemy, Troy, the one and only homophobe with the smallest brain ever since he couldn’t even insult me ever, well he did tried but maybe I was smart enough to backfire his insults.

The image of Troy snickering to me kept coming to me. Those snickers were different than the usual. It felt wicked and devious but there’s something beneath those snickers, it looks like the snickers of a boss whose about to kill someone like in movies but he won’t do that, won’t he. I ignored the thought of Troy trying to kill me. I focused on the most important matter here, my mind.

I need to talk to someone about this, someone that I could rely on, someone that could help me get over this. I can’t keep being like this especially when my exams were coming. I need to find someone quick. My first person on the list was Jason. If I talked to Jason, he will end up being paranoid with everything. He would start to put a camera everywhere, maybe, but I knew he’s not going to be cool with it.

The twins, either one of them will give the same result. Both of them would start crying and everything, they would make me do stupid yoga exercise, breathe in and breathe out things. If not, they would stay closed to me and asked me everything about my daily life. Obviously, they we’re wrong.

Ray and Mike, my ‘less than a year bestfriends’. How cruel that sounds like. Well, it’s true, we’ve been friends since I don’t know, and the day they were bullied and I’m being myself, save them from Troy and his gangs. At least Kyle helped me. I’m still not completely sure about them. For me to trust someone they have to be opened with me and after a few months, I surely trust them. But for some reasons, these two were still hiding something from me and surely I can’t trust them. It might turn out bad.

Kyle, my bestfriend since childhood, as well as a big brother to me. He’s kind, caring, trustworthy friend I have ever had. He’s been so nice to me although sometimes he insults me but I know he doesn’t mean it. We barely fight with each other since we know a lot and our likes and dislike towards each other so no point in fighting since we knew we can’t cross each other boundaries. He’s more to what everybody called ‘my opposite’ since we have different taste. We do have similarities but the difference is what makes our friendship stronger. And for those differences, I can’t really talk about it to him since he’s more towards action type of person than words. And I don’t really in a mood to do sports in this kind of mood. That’s why; he’s the last person I could consider in my list.

Well, that’s all the people I’ve known that I could trust. If I considered anyone from the strip club, gosh, no one, not even Colby, my closest co-worker there, I could trust. Those people over there hides a lot of things from each other but there’s one thing that they didn’t hide is their sexuality. People who work there won’t be surprised to know that all of them we’re gay because any straight or bisexual men who works there, then that club won’t be called a gay strip club anymore.