Midnight Sex Service

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Tinker Belle above ^

"You just want attention,

You don't want my heart,

Maybe you just hate the thought
Of me with someone new,

You just want attention,
I knew from the start,

You're just making sure I'm never
Getting over you, oh,"
Charlie Puth - Attention

"Dude, did you hear there's a midnight sex service that drops off girls to your place for paid sex?!"

     Craig, my best bud came rushing towards me in the hallway, panting as if he'd just run a damn marathon, pushing through the crowd of students just to get to me.

      I chuckled at his exhausted appearance, his chest rising and falling while wheezing unattractively. "You seriously need to join a gym, you just worked out more than you've ever worked out in your life,"

      "Noted," he agreed before shaking his head immediately. "Wait, no. Never. Now didn't you hear a word I just said?"

    Slamming my locker door shut after retrieving my books, I nodded my head. "Yeah, said,"

    His expression grew annoyed as he raised his brows and widened his eyes. "Dude! You seriously can't tell me that this isn't the best invention someone has come up with!"

    I laughed, happy that I was able to get a reaction out of him. He is so easily agitated. Perks of having him around. "Relax, I heard you,"

    We began walking towards first period together. "I just don't really care, I mean I've never had to pay a girl for sex, why should I start now?"

    "Because you'd be stupid not to?"

    Chuckling again, I was about to open my mouth to say something to him, when I stopped and saw her. The new girl in our school.

    Tinker Belle.

    Yes, her name is Tinker Belle, like Tinkerbell from the movie. She only moved here less than a month ago. She's very quiet, always keeping to herself. I don't think she's made any friends because I haven't seen her with anyone since she moved here.

    I've thought about approaching her a few times, to say hello and be friendly, but decided against it since she seemed to have built a wall around herself to keep people away. That's just the sense I got from her from afar.

    "Earth to Zeke," (Author Note: his name is pronounced 'ZEEK') Craig snapped his fingers in front of my eyes, snapping me out of my thoughts.

    "Huh, yeah," I mumbled. "Let's get to class, man,"

   At lunchtime, Craig and I went to our usual table and sat with our other friends, Casey Hodgkinson, Marcy Adams and Lorraine Brown. Marcy and Craig are dating. And when I say dating, I mean hooking up and having sex, as opposed to actually being romantically involved with each other.

    Lorraine and I were the closest. We have been best friends since we were practically in diapers. We share a special bond and she means so much to me. You can say we're two peas in a pod.