Trapped

Chapter 2.

A lonely star

Sits in the sky

It starts to flicker

and begins to cry...

~M.D

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I sat in front of my mirror as I wrapped my large jacket over my body once more. I turned and looked at the clock on my cable box, it was currently 10:00 at night. The club was just opening but I knew Monique was going to cover for me until I got there. I quickly caught a cab to the club and rushed to the bar. Monique looked at me with relief in her eyes. She was way older than me. 12 years to be exact. She was 28 years old trying to make a living from making drinks. Unlike me, a crack baby, that needs this job to survive. "Fucking shit, it's a full house today. I thought you weren't going to show up!" She exclaimed as she continued to make her drink.

I slipped out of my jacket and hung it up, pulling my hair up in a ponytail. "I'm sorry! I had a lot of homework today." I replied walking toward the other side of the bar and taking an order. "You always have a lot of homework." She mocked. I rolled my eyes at her remark and started making a drink. "More than usual."

"Right.." She trailed off, ending the conversation. I shrugged and continued to take orders until I couldn't anymore. I sighed looking at the time on my watch. It was only 1 in the morning. "3 more hours of this shit." I snarled tapping my nails on the counter as I waited for another thirsty motherfucker to come through and get on my nerves. As if on cue, a female that was clearly wasted came up to the counter holding on to this males arm. I've certainly seen him around, running the streets, selling dope, and having sex with random woman. Like this bitch right here. Funny thing is, he's still in high school. Senior to be exact. I don't know how he got into this club but he did it.

I watched as she hung onto his arm for dear life and giggled uncontrollably. He just kept a nonchalant face as he held onto her. He looked up and smirked as he saw me. I swear, niggas don't know how to keep that smirk off they mouths. "Whatchu want?" I asked licking my chapped lips. His eyes traveled down to them as he bit his. "Oh god.." I mumbled to myself lowly as I rolled my eyes.

I cleared my throat again and kept my hard glare on his eyes. "Whatchu want?" I repeated. He chuckled slightly rubbing below his belt and nodded toward me. "That ass." My eyes grew as he chuckled ignorantly. I could tell her was drunk by his demeanor, but I still wasn't going to let him talk to me like that.

"Heh, you got me fucked up. Ion know who you think you talkin' to but it aint me, iigh? So you can choose what the fuck you want to drink, or stand there looking stupid cause," I paused and looked at my watch. "It's about time for my break." I watched as he continued to smirk at me. "Mmm, yell at me again baby." I threw my hands up in the air and walked away. I do not have the time. I tapped Monique and pointed toward Alexander. "Please take care of that dickhead." She looked at me like I had six heads. "You see me here, working with a costumer right?"

I rolled my eyes and pushed her out the way and helped her costumer. I finished the costumers drink and looked at Alexander to see him already looking at me. "I can't get a break around here." I rolled my eyes.

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Walking into the classroom, seeing it look the same as the previous day I sat down in my seat. I was the only one currently in the class, and was extremely tired. Seeing that it was still early, I closed my eyes for a few until the bell rang.

My eyes quickly shot open when I was bumped in the shoulder. I looked up and saw Khalil, smirking. "Oh, I can't stand yo ass." I mumbled. We had just met yesterday and he was already starting to act up. "FIRST OFF, FUCK YOUR BITCH AND THE CLIQUE YOU CLAIM-" Mrs. Green quickly shut Bri'Anne up as she walked in rapping. Bri'Anne took her earphones out and looked around to notice everyone looking at her. "Wow, yall got some staaarinng problems."