I'm a stripper, doesn't mean I'm a slut

James' baby

"Lex." I groan. "Stop it. I've only known him for, like, a day, and I don't even know if I like him that much. And he probably doesn't even like me in that way anyway."

"Oh, please." Lex scoffs. "Stop being such a pessimist. It'll all work out in the end. Now, let's talk baby names."

"Lex!"

"Too soon? Okay, how about wedding venues? Omygosh - this is so exciting!"

I groan. It was going to be a long day.

oOo

I stand awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs that lead to the main entrance to school. It's afterschool so students pour out like spilt skittles.

I crane my neck to see if James is one of them. Bloody git. He didn't even tell me when or where to meet him - only that it was sometime after school.

"Walk." a voice says behind me. I jump.

"Wha -" 

"Just walk. I don't want to be seen with you."

Oh. It's him.

"Where've you been?" James asks, annoyed from behind me as we walk off school campus. 

I stop underneath a shady oak on the sidewalk and turn to look at him, putting a hand on my hip. "I didn't know where to meet you - your text just said 'meet me afterschool'."

"Stop making excuses." he says, crossing his arms. "So where's my stuff?"

I roll my eyes. "It's at home - you didn't actually expect me to lug over 30 pounds worth of laundry all the way to school, did you?"

"Where do you live?"

"Why should I tell you? So you can stalk me?"

"Don't flatter yourself." he smirks. "I want my laundry. Now."

"Wow, didn't know your laundry was so important to you - aren't you a guy? Don't you people turn your underwear inside out in an attempt to deter the process of laundering said underwear?"

"I'm not most guys." James raises his eyebrow.

I snort. "You're so full of yourself, did you know that?"

"It's not arrogance if it's true."

I put. "You suck."

"Suck what?"

"Ew! No I said - urrgh whatever." I stomp off with James following behind me.

"Hey, I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart. I still need my laundry." he catches up to me and grabs my arm.

I turn to him and shrug off his grip on my arm violently. "Well you're just gonna have to wait, won't you? Your stupid clothes aren't gonna magically teleport into your house."

"Where are you going?" he asks. "Why did you stop here?"

"This is a bus stop." I say slowly as if he were a retarded child, pointing at the sign post next to me. "It is where buses stop. People use said stops to travel to and from places."

"Yeah, yeah - I think I've heard of those before." James says sarcastically.

"Unlike some people, I don't exactly have any means of transportation other than public. And so, the laundry goes were I go. End of story."

"Woah, woah, woah - I am not having my clothes getting transported in some filthy public transport veichle." James says alarmed.

"Deal with it." I say. "And besides, it's not the first time they've been on public transport. I brought them on the bus after you gave them to me to wash."