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Chapter 54 - Kirsten

READ CHAPTER 08 OF MTJA BECAUSE IT SAYS SOMETHING IMPORTANT ABOUT HARRY I DIDN'T MENTION ON DMG.

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                                                           ●•Kirsten•●

Not that I ever thought I could be this happy in my whole life, but, well. I am. It is stupid, and silly, and ridiculous, and inexplicable, but I feel like I’m a lot lighter than the usual. Suddenly, being stuck between home and work is not that tiresome anymore.

And of course it has a lot to do with Harry. We haven’t seen each other in two weeks or so, but we keep in touch most part of the time. He’s constantly texting me stupid things that make me smile without even noticing. And it’s pathetic, because he’s ridiculously childish through texts. Every single word of his sounds like teasing, and even though I should be disgusted or annoyed, I just smile or giggle like if I had some kind of brain issue.

I couldn’t care less, though.

Wanting or not, his stupid texts are what make my day easier. Especially when I get harassed by old drunk men at work. I swear I’ve already stressed a lot more about that, but lately I’ve been so oblivious to their disgusting words and acts that I don’t even consider it a problem anymore. And don’t get me wrong, the fact that I work at a stripper club does not make me a slut. I’ve always hated people treating me badly, as if I was some kind of sexual toy or whatever. Seeing people looking at me with lust and hunger always pissed me off, a lot more when they physically decided to do something about it.

That’s why I opted for being a waitress, not a stripper. And yet, it’s disgusting what happens inside that club. But it’s not like I can quit. Being Tyler’s girlfriend is not something that helps much, considering the contacts he has. Plus, my curriculum is not something I can brag about: I did finish high school, but I didn’t go to university later, and besides waitressing, I’ve never worked with anything else. Not many people want me around, if you haven’t noticed.

I’m not exactly the sweetest nor the most sociable person around, so.

That’s what’s left for me: waitressing at a stripper club. Dealing with whistles and lustful glances even if it’s not the thing I’m fond of the most. And through the years, I got used to that. It didn’t stop, and even if some of the usual ‘customers’ got to learn that I’d most likely break their bones if they touched me, there were always those new ones that had to learn the worst way. Didn’t bother me anymore.

And even less now that Harry makes my hours more bearable. Every now and then, while Caitlyn refills the glasses, or when she goes to the back room get something someone has forgotten there, or even while she goes for the snacks, I take advantage of my free seconds to look at my phone screen and reply to some of the curly’s messages.

“Don’t let ‘em touch what’s mine. I’ll kill ‘em

- H. xx ;)”

Or

“My string is brokennnnn, gotta buy another one. Again. *sigh*

- H. xx ;)”

Or even

“ ‘M hungryyy. Can’t you sneak out for a while and make me something?

- H. xx ;)”

And I’m telling you, there’s a lot more than that. So many stupid things; countless things. Sometimes he just tries to be funny, sometimes he tries to sound stubborn, sometimes he’s just too cheesy, or even full of himself. One of the things he loves doing the most is claiming me as his own. He’s often “threatening” – without their knowledge – the old flirty men, saying he’ll rip their soul out their bodies if they even look at me, though I doubt Harry would get to hurt any of them. Obviously, he’d be the one to get hurt, but I don’t tell him that. Not much, anyways. I wouldn’t like to completely crash his ego. It’s one of the funniest things about him, to be honest.