What You See Is What You Get

Frank’s P.O.V

The alarm rang through the once quiet room and I quickly turned it off groaning to myself; I think everyone hated Mondays. It was 7:00 AM so I lazily crawled out of bed and headed to the restroom. My eyes had light circles under them but that happened every night so I was used to it. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair real quick before covering last night’s hickeys and love bites with some makeup; I was pretty good with makeup because of a lot of practice obviously. Trudging back towards the room I searched through my drawers until finding some skinny jeans and a shirt. I quickly made some coffee and cereal before grabbing my things and heading out; it was mid November and it was getting pretty cold this time of year but I dealt with it, I mean come on, I go out at night with a skirt on.

I pulled up to lame ass school to coincidentally see my friends Ray and Bob near the door; Ray Toro, the man with the plan, also the only friend who knows about my job; I had been friends with Ray since like the 6th grade and I honestly couldn’t hide it from him. He also knows I live alone, what my dad did to me, basically everything about me. Bob on the other hand doesn’t know…he knows that I don’t live with my parents but to him I’m just the short best friend with tattoos, a good taste in music, and smokes cigarettes.

“What’s up Frank?” Bob calls as I get out of my car, gosh he has to yell I’m going to be there in 10 seconds; I walk over and shrug my shoulders

“Nothing much, not wanting to be at school” I say nonchalantly

“No one does” he laughs; all of a sudden some dude walks up to bob and whispers in his ear

“I’ve got to go, see you guys in class” he quickly walks off with the guy; I don’t know why he doesn't just tell us that he’s buying weed, we all know it. I’m now left with Ray who looks to me

“So…Did you go to work last night?” he asks slowly, I nod and pull out as cigarette lighting it up; he sighs and shakes his head

“What Ray?” I challenge

“Why do you do that…Can’t you get an actual job like at a book store or a fast food place?” he says; I lean against the wall blowing out smoke

“I’m fine with the job I have, it shouldn't bother you”

“It does, Just you being out there with those creepy people who knows what the fuck could happen!” his voice gets louder but luckily no one is around; we always ended up arguing about my job then continue the rest of the day like it never happened. I didn't say anything so he continued

“One day I’m going to hear you OD’d –“

“Not all prostitutes do drugs Ray” I said, really they didn't…all those movies you see of prostitutes snorting coke at a house or doing heroine was just a big stereotype, I mean yes some people do use drugs but not me.

“Well one day some dude is going to pick you up then fucking stab you while stealing all your money”

“Now let’s hope that doesn't happen then” I chuckle

“This isn't a joke, not with you prancing around in a skirt in the middle of fucking November ” He sneers crossing his arms

“Ray I've heard this lecture several times, until that happens, I’m fine where I am and what I’m doing; now you either can accept it and stop talking about it or you could stop talking to me period. Which one do you want?” I say taking another drag of the cancer stick.

“You’re so lucky I’m your best friend” He huffs and turns on his heals going inside the school; I sigh and lean off the wall; The bell suddenly rings so I put the cigarette out and head to class.

“Well that was a great way to start my morning” I grumble to myself and open the door,

Notes

Sorry it's short...
Just a perspective on Frank's friends

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