Working Boy

Chapter 6

[A/N: SUPER short chapter this time, but I'm sure you'll like it (if not then feel free to yell at me through the comments xD). Enjoy!]

**Samuel's POV**

The sudden bang of the front door slamming roused me from my sleep. I let out a gut-wrenching groan before dragging myself out of bed to see the commotion. I took a quick look at the digital clock. What the actual hell? It's 11 at night!

"Who's there," I slur, wiping the excess drool from the corner of my lips. However, I didn't get a response. Now, if I hadn't caught a glimpse of my sister going up the other staircase to her room fully-clothed, I would've opened up a fresh can of whoop-ass.

"Domi?" I squint my eyes to clear my vision. However, she just looked at me and went in her room. Huh. I was gonna turn to go back into my room, but then it occurred to me: What the hell is she doing coming in the house this late?

My big brother instincts kicked into gear as I made my way across the hallway to her room.

"Hey!" I knocked on the door.

"Go away!" I heard her call out.

Oh God.

"What happened?" I ask, boredly.

"Don't worry about it!" she yelled, prompting me to bang on her door harder. It was a good thing our mom was on a business trip or else I would've gotten the meanest tongue-lashing of my life.

"Fine!" I heard the door unlock.

I smiled as I walked in, closing the door behind me. She looked pissed. The fact that she was sitting crosslegged on her fluffy, white bed surrounded by pink walls made her appear to be a spoiled child. I stifled a giggle.

"What's so funny?" She scowled.

"Nothing," I sat on the bed next to her. "So who shitted in your cornflakes?"

"Can you BELIEVE what I just saw not too long ago?"

"Um...No? Besides, where were you and why did you come in late?" I questioned.

"I went to a male strip club, okay?" She muttered, avoiding my stare.

"Ooooooohhhh," I teased. "I'm so telling mom-"

"PLEASE don't tell mom!" She pleaded.

"Alright, alright, whatever," I yawn. I must look like complete s**t right now. "So what happened?"

I'm not sure if I triggered something, but she instantly went all red and pouty.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa there!" I pat her on the back, moving closer. "Okay, lemme guess. It's Darla isn't it?"

"Not even close," she huffed. "It's f**k-Boy."

"Chase!?" I exclaim. "Wait, what's he doing at a male strip joint? Is he gay? I mean, because if he was, that would make so much sen-"

"No, he's not gay- at least I don't think he is. But he's one of the new dancers apparently."

"New dancer? As in like...Magic Mike dancer?" I rolled my body as I said this to give a sort of visual.

"Yes! Can't you believe that asshole!? It makes just wanna...GRRRRR!" She growled in frustration, biting her pillow.

"No way," I shook my head in disbelief. I believed it, yet it was hard to picture. "Are you SURE that was him?"

"Wanna see the footage?" She grabbed her pink iPhone and unlocked it, flipping through the camera roll until she came across it. "Look."

I sat there and watched the whole thing. There was no freaking way. I seriously began to doubt it up until he took off the mask. That was when I saw that familiar scummy face of his.

"Oh s**t," my eyes widened, a smile creeping up on my face as a wicked idea popped into my head. Oh yeah, I'm gonna milk the hell out of this.

Snatching her phone out of her hand, I turned away from her to send it to myself.

"Samuel! What the hell are you doing!? SAMUEL!?" She tried to grab it back, but yet it was too late. Just to f**k with her, I deleted out of her phone before handing it back.

"Samuel!" She flipped through her phone once more. "Where's the video? What did you just do!?"

"What? I did you a favor! No need to keep replaying it and making yourself miserable," I responded coolly, earning a punch in the gut. Damn thing knocked the wind out of me. I swear she punches like a man.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" She screamed to the top of her lungs, nearly deafening me.

"Alright, I'm going," I choked, holding my stomach as I staggered out. She didn't waste no time slamming the door behind me. Well s**t. I think I just made her day more worse than better, but whatever, she'll get over it.

I went into my room and shut the door. I grabbed my phone and bounced on my bed, jovial. I pulled up the message and saved it onto my phone, grinning like an i***t. I replayed it over and over again thinking about all the trouble he can get into if this was to get out. His reputation would be crushed! He wouldn't be able to stay in this school since they have a zero-tolerance policy, which means he could get kicked off the team. What elite private school would want a stripper to tarnish their image? DEFINITELY not this one. And add in the fact that he's only seventeen can even get the club itself in trouble, he's not even legal!

"Thank you, sis," I murmured to myself before clicking off the phone and going to sleep.

-Monday Afternoon-

I got out of my science class and began walking to my locker. We had a science fair coming up and surprise-surprise, I was partnered up with Chase. But luckily for me, I can catch a break thanks to my beautiful sister. It was break now, which means that me and Chase will have plenty of time to discuss our "project". I told him to meet me in the courtyard by the gates. It was a far walk and no one really went there, so I thought it would be perfect for our "discussion."

I put my books in my locker and begun heading straight over there.

This was gonna be fun.

**Chase's POV**

I looked at the note that Samuel gave to me. In the courtyard by the gates, huh? That's a hell of a long walk, way too far from the other people.

I made my way out the back doors into the courtyard, the sun beaming into my eyes. I started heading towards the gates, Samuel slowly coming into sight. The closer I came to him, the more suspicious I got. Why would he want me to come with him so far away from everyone? We could've just discussed it in the library, but whatever.

I made it to the gates where there were a few chess tables and benches. I took my seat across from him and pulled out a pencil and paper.

"Hey," he spoke.

"Hey Samuel," I responded with uncertainty. I was on high-alert just in case he tried something funny.

"Relax. I'm not gonna hurt you," he attempted to assure me. "Physically that is," he added with a smirk.

"What do you mean?" I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. What was he planning?

"Well we have a science project to work on, right?"

"Yeah?" I rose an eyebrow.

"Have any ideas?"

"Not really, I thought we were going to brainstorm and come up with one together," I tilted my head, confused.

"Well I have one. Why don't we do a science project on women? Let's compare the amount of dopamine released when their doing yoga versus when they see an underaged dancer at a strip club?" He slowly pulled out his phone and played a video.

My heart dropped.

Oh no...

This can't be happening.

My eyes widened. I struggled to breathe as I could feel tears forming up and I struggled to wipe them away.

"...How?" I choked, unable to say more.

"Let's just say, I have connections," he smirked again before rising out of his seat and coming behind me, putting an arm around my neck. He leaned in, his fingers grasping my chin and forcing me to face him. He could see my face in full now.

I didn't want to be here anymore. Everything I've ever known- the school, the football team, my job will all be taken from me.

"Samuel...please," I whimpered, my lower lip trembling as I struggled to hold in the sudden burst of tears. God, I'm so pathetic.

"Oh don't worry, Chase. I won't tell anyone your secret. In fact, we're gonna be best buds, right?"

I nodded slowly in agreement. I didn't want to do this. I just wanted to disappear forever.

"Good! Now can you do us a solid and work on the project? I have other things to do today."

I nodded again, earning a firm pat on the shoulder.

"Glad you understand," he stood up and stretched, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "See you at practice, Chase," he walked off towards the building, leaving me alone by the gates.