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Chapter 2: Dea

Chapter 2: Dea

"You look like a fucking hobo."

"I know. Hey, don't give me that look, some guys like to hump and dump so who knows, maybe I'll get laid tonight after all!" Andrew rolled his eyes at my honest response and shot Anne a pleading look. I can't believe he thinks she would take his side!

"Actually, I kind of have to take his side on this." I spun around and clutched my heart. "Why don't you try wearing something more...appropriate?"

I scoffed, throwing my hands up to show how I frustrated I was. "How is what I'm wearing not appropriate?"

"You're wearing nothing but a large sweater and some fuzzy socks. Tell me how this outfit would get you laid anywhere." Andrew and I have a glaring contest for the tenth time in the past two hours. He and Anne had shown up around 8:40 to pick me up so they could give me a tour of the places at night. Obviously, I had agreed easily, seeing as I was always more of a night owl. Actually, I don't like owls, I want to be a night...boa! I can already see it, my face photoshopped onto a boa constrictor. That would definitely be one of the most gorgeous boa constrictors of all time. 

Andrew snaps his fingers in front of my face and holds up an outfit he had put together from my closet. I had to admit, it was a very cute outfit. If I wanted to get raped in the alleyways of Lialic's most ghetto neighborhood. Needless to say, I now knew how Andrew liked to dress up his playthings, that little fox.

Cue dramatic sigh,"Okay, how about I wear a sweater, leggings, and fuzzy socks." I looked up at the two in front of me, giving them my best "I swear I'm an innocent virgin" smile. I swear we would've been able to go had Andrew not speak up again. The not so little brat glared down at me.

"You have to wear undergarments too, Bae"

"But why?"

"So people won't look at your thingies."

"What thingies?"

He makes an hourglass gesture and continues. "Those thingies."

I smirk at him and was about to say something pretty provocative when he interrupted.

"Not that I care, 'cause you know, I'm gay." Wait what? He studies my face closely before narrowing his eyes at me.

"Don't tell me you're a homophobe." I shake my head vigorously. I told him I wasn't and that I was just a bit shocked he had said it out of the blue. He was still wary of me until we made it to the entrance of what seemed to be an underground bolank.

Bolanks were like the underground casinos on Earth but in this case, there were more activities and it was more than just illegal. These places held only one unspoken rule: no killing. Sure it was already an established law, but the people who went to bolanks were dangerous and most likely have killed before. This rule just made sure no one person was going to ruin what the bolanks served as, a sanctuary for those who have had it rough.