I walk to the nearest bar on the cold streets of Jersey. On the way there I see a rather cute looking boy walk into a comic book store. Who am I kidding, a REALLY cute boy. He has mousey brown hair, a really sharp jawline, he's really skinny and has glasses on. He looks around my age. I look at him and I swear to pikachu, he looked at me for a split second, then walked in. Whatever, he probably knows i'm the 14 year-old whore in town. That's what everyone in this bloody town calls me. I reach my destination and see three men outside talking. I slowly approach them and say, "Hey, you can do whatever you want to me for 50 bucks." a tall brunette one asks, "Why?"
"Because why not?" I bark back at him. I don't want him knowing my personal life.
"Hmmmmm... Yeah. Sure. You're pretty hot."
"OHHHH BROOO! SCORE!" The other two retarded ones scream out.
I sigh as he wraps his arm around my waist and walks me to his shitty house.

We soon arrive and he walks me to his bedroom. I take off my hoodie and converse. He then pushes me down on the queen bed. Beginning to kiss my neck, I just stay still and wish this won't be too horrible like the past few times.
He begins to unbutton my skinny jeans, and I his. He pulls down both my pants and boyshort undergarments. I pull down his pants slowly and then his really lame Aquaman boxers. Then he rolls on a condom.
"You ready hun?" he asks me. By the look on his face he can tell the look on MY face says 'no. not really.' but by then I just lie to him and say "Yep." and he thrusts in harder than I have ever experienced. Talk about hurting like a bitch! He continues to slam into me for a while and asks "Aren't you enjoying this hun?" I just glare at him instead of wasting my breath on him.
In that time, I got some thinking done. Does that one boy I saw today know my 'Title'? Did he see that I was looking at him? How much long is this guy gonna take? Not long I hope. My brain must of still been thinking of that boy because as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw his face on the mans body. For some unknown reason, I moaned. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I FUCKING MOANED.
"I knew you were secretly liking this you little whore." he whispered into my ear. I really wasn't caring about what he said. I was wondering why the hell I moaned. This is wrong. So wrong. Not the fact that a 20 something year-old was plowing me,well besides that. The fact that I moaned at the sight of a boy that I didn't know. With the end of that thought he finally spewed his baby gravy into the condom and collapsed next to me. I quickly put my underwear back on, followed by my pants,bra,shirt,and converse. I grabbed my hoodie but dropped it as I saw it STUNK of sweat. I ran into the bathroom and found a bottle of Axe. I sprayed some over me. Hey,I wasn't going into public stinking' of sex. I then found a brush and brushed my hair. I walked out and saw the man fast asleep and still very much naked.I took 60 buck out of his wallet and left a note saying that I was taking and extra 10 bucks because my hoodie stinks now.I put the money in my back pocket and ran out the door and into the street. I take out my phone and look at the time. It's 6:00! I left at 4:30! Shit i'm 30 minutes late! My dad's gonna kill me! I haven't even bought the damn things yet! Fuck! I run to the convenience store and buy 3 packs of cigarettes. 2 for the addict, 1 for me. I know that it's wrong for me to be smoking at only age 14, but, meh, I really just don't give a fuck. I take one out and light it up. Ahhhhh... It feels kinda comforting actually.
"Outta my way punk!" some thug said to me as he stole my dads packs of cigarettes.
"Hey!" I yelled.
"What!?!" he screamed. "You can't just take those!!" I snapped.
"Whadda gonna do about it princess?" he said with an evil grin.
"Never mind..." I say. There is no point in trying to fight this guy. He's too big to fight alone.
"That's what i thought." he said as he pushed me down to the ground.
I start my way back to the convenience store, hoping the clerk is on lunch break or something. Dammit! He's still there... wait.. It's not the same clerk. In replace of him there is a tall,pale man with raven black hair and incredible hazel eyes. Since those cigarettes were WAYYY overpriced, and I don't have anymore money, I plan on asking for them, he hands then to me, and I run off. But, he seems too chill for that...
He looks at me for a minutes then asks, "You need cigarettes, right?"
I thought he could read minds. How could he know that I needed cigarettes if he wasn't here before?
"How did you know I needed cigarettes...?" I reply slowly.
"I overheard you talking to those men out side the bar earlier." he said. " Ya know, If you had just told me you needed cigarettes, I would of just bought them for you so you wouldn't have to sell yourself."
"I didn't know you were hearing our conversation."
"That's okay. I shouldn't of been listening in the first place." he says. He reaches out to the cabinet on the other wall and pulls out a carton of cigarettes and hands them to me.
"Here it's on the house." he says, looking at my still rather messy hair.
"Thank you." I say. " No problem." he says with a smile that could light up the entire fucking universe. With that I walk out the store,put the small box in my pocket, and head home.

Notes

Herro c: sorry this chapter be so short(like frank) but you know, I did it! Thanx for the people reading my story,subscribing,and rating! Make sure you leave a comment and tell me what you think!
~Sgt.Bubbles