Prostitute

"S-Sorry," I mutter softly, helping the girl who I just knocked into. It's so cold out, yet the girl is wearing shorts with rips. Her long brown hair down to her breasts, her small body sitting down, trying to pick up everything she just dropped, I squint my eyes down, blue, squared packaging. Condoms, hundreds of condoms. My eyes widen as I kneel down to help her. She's shaking as she puts them in her bag, I look at the side of her face, tears, so many tears. "I'm so sorry." She mutters. I grab the blue packages and put them into the bag, she stands up, my body following slowly. I examine her body, she has normal sized breasts and a nice butt, but she's dressed in very revealing clothing. Booty shorts and a tank-top showing an excessive amount of cleavage, the weird thing is that it's barely even twenty degrees outside. She has a very pretty face though, long brown hair, a beautiful pair of hazel eyes, perfect tan skin, a nice sized body, just under five-six. "Hey, are you okay?" I ask, she wipes her tears, exposing her bruised wrists and hands. She nods. "Do you need a ride home? My car is right over there." I say, she shakes her head. She looks so delicate, so hurt, but I never have seen her around town, I've never seen her in school, then again, I did graduate last year, so I wouldn't know what is going on there. She looks back, then grabs my arm tightly and pulls me in for a kiss, my lips connect with her perfectly, her eyes trail to the side, but I try to close mine and make the kiss more intimate, but instead, she pulls away. A worried look is now painted on her face, she then starts to sprint away to the left side of the road, not worrying about any cars hitting her, she just runs, carrying the brown bag under her arm, I sigh. Then as if on Que, a man runs out of the small, bricked corner store, waving around a stick. "A girl! A girl! I've been robbed! She stole all the condoms!" He yells, everyone walking looks at the man, who seems totally crazy, but he's not. The girl that kissed me stole condoms. She broke a law for a stupid reason, which I feel is very strange, but hey, people have different interests. I pull my heavy black jacket around my shoulders and begin to walk down the snow-filled street to my blue Mercedes, parked in between two snow-filled cars. I live in Minnesota, it's always freezing cold, it's horrible, but this is my home town and I can't leave, not yet at least. I love it here, but I also hate it so much. I pull out the key from my left jean pocket and unlock the door to my car, I pull on the handle and open the car door, then put the key into the keyhole and turn it to the right, turning on the engine with a slight shake of the car. I press my foot slightly on the pedal, maneuvering myself out of my parking place quickly, then drive off to my house. →→→→ I arrive to see Johnson's and Cameron's car parked in my driveway, I open the white garage door with my control board in my car and carefully park my car in its normal spot. My house is a nice house I guess. It has four bedrooms, so Cameron and Johnson enjoy staying over. It also has three bathrooms and a very large living room and kitchen. How can a twenty-five-year-old have this big house? Well, my parents had a house in Minnesota, this house actually, and they were going to sell it because of the fact that they bought a house in Upstate New York. Then I told them about how instead of selling it I could get it from them since I'll be alone in Minnesota, they thought about it, they agreed and now here I am with a huge house under my control. It's not easy, but it's worth it because the parties that are thrown here are amazing. I get out of the car and walk into the white living room, to see Cameron, Matt, Johnson, and Jack laying down on the brown leather couch. Cameron is one of my best friends, he's been with me since sixth grade and he's one of the greatest friends I could ask for, other than Johnson. Jack and I haven't been friends for as long, four years, same with Matt. Cameron sees that I arrived and shoots up from the couch and yells, "Happy birthday!". I smile and go into the kitchen. "We have a really good surprise for you tonight." He says. I grab a bag of potato chips and go back into the living room. "What is it?" I ask while sitting down next to Cameron. "We can't tell you, dumb ass," Matt says. "It was all my idea," Jack says, making me laugh. "Do I have to go out? I really don't want to leave today again." I say while opening the yellow bag and pulling out a circular, yellow chip. "But bro, it's your birthday," Johnson says. I chuckle and grab another chip, shoving it into my mouth. I chew a bit, then begin to talk. "I've had enough fun today," I reply, licking my fingers in the process. "Walking to the corner store is not fun," Jack says. "I ran into a really pretty girl and-" "You f****d her!" Typical Jack exclaims, interrupting my previous words. "No. I bumped into her, she stole some condoms, then we kissed, it was weird." I explain, feeling a smirk form on my lips as I grab another chip and shove it into my mouth. "Wait, she stole condoms?" Matt says while laughing. "Yeah, like hundreds of them," I reply, then grab the remote from the small space in between the couch and turn on the TV. Jack pulls out his phone and dials a number, then presses the device onto his cheek, sighing in the process. We all know what that means, but you must know the full story in order to understand. Jack is attractive. Which means Jack can get any girl he wants in a matter of seconds. He's heartless, he'll make a girl fall in love with him, then leaves her, doesn't text or call after they f**k, he just cuts off all communication then moves onto the next. "Hey, babe." He says into the phone. Making all of us chuckle in unison. "Frankie, I meant to call you back yes-" He scratches his head. "Felicia? That's what I meant, not Frankie." He sighs. "Frankie, I mean Felicia." He pulls the phone off his cheek and sighs. "Hook up again last night?" Cam asks while grabbing the large yellow bag of potato chips from my hands and sticking his hand in it, pulling out a round chip. "I went to a party, didn't hook up," Jack mutters, obviously upset. "I really liked Frankie too." He sighs. "Felicia." I correct him. He looks over to me and gives me a dreadful glare. I've never really had a girlfriend I guess, I've always been scared. I've been so scared to end up like Jack, who hooks up with girls and breaks their heart, I never want to do that to a girl. In high school he had a really pretty girlfriend named Lily, she was gorgeous, she was perfect. He broke her heart. He slept with someone not even as close to as amazing as Lily was and broke her delicate heart. She came to me and cried in my arms for hours, I was so happy because, well, I was in love with her. I mean who wouldn't be? She had long, silky brown hair, porcelain white skin, a hazel pair of eyes, a small petite body that no one could resist. I mean, I still talk to her, but she refuses to come over, she refuses to be in a relationship with me, because of Jack. She always says, "Shawn, I like you, I really do, I'm just scared, I don't want another heartbreak.". She's been avoiding a relationship since senior year. Now she is some rich frat girl I think. She is part of a sorority, a really big one, she fits in perfectly, she has money, she is popular, I think the frat girls basically begged her to join them. But they do throw wicked parties so score for us and them. "Shawn!" I hear a voice yell, snapping me out out my deep thought. I look over to the noise, its Cam, screaming at me for some reason. "Go get dressed," He yells. "Why?" I respond. "Because." Jack snaps back while standing, Cameron, and Matt accompany him. "Because of what?" I reply in a snotty tone. I mean, I know it's my birthday, but I don't want something big, maybe just a club night with the boys or even dinner at like Friendly's and have the waiters sing their crappy birthday song, just nothing big, especially not a surprise party. "We are going to get your surprise, and you're coming with us," Matt says, a slight smirk painted on his suspicious face.