"Head in the clouds, got no weight on my shoulders"
When I was little, I thought life was perfect. But now, everything is a lie. I face things every single day ever since my mom died. About 80 percent of them involve my dad. He wants me to be something that I'm not, and it's stupid. I can't change myself, but in order to appease to him, I made this compromise with him. This compromise was worse than what he wants me to actually be. I've got 99 problems. But you, Ashton, won't be one.


5. I dread Fridays

The school day ended and as I was exited the building, Marlee runs up behind me. "Hey, how was your day?" She asked.

I take a deep breath. "To be honest, it was shit." I answer. That's not a typical answer I'd give if I was asked how was my day.

"Why?" She asks. And right on cue, Ashton and Amy walk out of the building holding hands. Marlee looks over at them and back at me. "So you met Ashton Irwin?"

I nod. "I ran into him yesterday at the library while checking out 'Little Woman', which by the way, I finished. Great book."

"I'll bet." She says. That's when Luke pops up behind us, along with Calum and Michael. Mike dyes his hair a lot and some people think he's bad news, but he's one of my close guy friends. And Calum always gets mistaken for being Asian, but he isn't. Luke, he just has a lip piercing.

"Hey, Marl and Con." Mike says. Those are his nicknames for us. Although everyone calls me Watson.

"Hey, Mikey." Marlee replies.

"So you guys are girls, right?" He asks. Marlee and I look at each other weirdly, and then back at Mike.

"Yeah, why?" I ask.

He takes a deep breath. "Because I'm thinking of breaking up with Amber."


I sigh. "Calum, no matter how hard you try, you will not be a matchmaker."

He groans as Luke comes out of the building reading "The Luminaries".

"Gosh, Hemmings, are you turning into Watson, now?" Calum asks. He looks up from his book, punches Calum in the arm, and goes back to reading.

"I'm not turning into Connor. She has it much worse." He remarks. That's when I punch him in the arm. "Damn, Connor you can throw a punch. So what's up with Calum?"

"He's mad because Mike wants to break up with Amber." Marlee answers. She turns to Calum. "I'll only say this once, but just let it go."

As he was about to take a deep breath, I interrupt him. "If you start singing Frozen, I swear to god I will fucking knee you in the balls." He puts his hands over his manhood.

My phone starts to buzz. I pull it out and check it.

From: Dad "club. now."

I roll my eyes and grunt. "What's up?" Marlee asks. I show her my phone. "Oh, right. It's Friday."

You see, my friends have a special part in this problem. Marlee, Luke, Mike, and Calum all know about my situation with my dad. The glitch is that they act and "think" what everyone else thinks; that my dad is a successful businessman.

"Whoopee." I sarcastically cheer. Some people love Fridays, I dread Fridays.

"Well, if the walrus sings at midnight, text me." Marlee says hugging me. "The walrus sings at midnight" is our code for "if I lose my virginity tonight". We've been friends for a very long time and we tell each other everything. If we don't want people to know about something, we come up with codes. And example would be "the walrus sings at midnight".

"Thanks, Mar." I leave my group and head for my car. I pull out of the school parking lot and head towards hell number three: The Warnson Burlesque Club.


It's only been a few hours since my shift has started, and ten men have try to either flirt with me, kiss me, or get into my pants.

I sneak my way into the back room where I sat myself down and took about twenty deep breaths.

This is the busiest this place has ever been. Why?

The door opens, and in comes one of the dancers, Alice. She only just started working here, so she's trying to get use to all the men trying to crawl over her.

"Damn, why do men have to be so needy?" She asks changing her outfit for the next performance.

I lean against the chair. "Welcome to my life as a waitress." I tell her.

She looks at me. "Wait, they even do that to the waitresses, too?!"

I nod. "Oh, yeah. I've been doing this since I was 16. I'm lucky enough to still have my V-card."

"Oh, right. You're Brett Watson's daughter." She realizes.

I slightly smile. "Yeah. Connor Watson is the name." I introduce.

"Alice Howell." She says back sticking out her hand for me to shake. I take it and shake it. "I got to hurry. The next performance is in a few minutes and I'm not in costume." She rushes back to the dressing room.

My phone begins to buzz. I pull it out of my bag and look at the message.

From: Unknown "hello, Connor Watson."

What the fuck?

Who texted me?

To: Unknown "who is this?"

I set my phone down and head back out. I take orders, deliver drinks, dodge drunk guys, and knee them in the balls. That's every weekend until I move out. Alice is up on the stage doing that voodoo that she do. I mean her dancing/stripping stuff.

After a few hours of serving, pushing, and some guy who stuck his hand down my skirt but I kneed him before anything else happened, my shift was over. But I got one later tonight because it was Saturday morning. I head to the back room and look at my phone again. A text from the unknown person was sent to me.

My jaw drops when I found out who it was.

From: Unknown "it's the guy from earlier at school who didn't introduce myself. Sorry about my gf interrupting me. But the name's Ashton Irwin."


Should I text him back?

Don't do it, Connor.

Don't do it.

I'm telling you, you're going to regret texting him.

He's bad for you.

To: Ashton Irwin "how did you get my number?"

Well, as they say in We're The Millers: "No Ragrets".

He texted me back.

From: Ashton Irwin "I forced it out of Luke Hemmings."

And that's when I got a text from Luke.


To: Luke Hemmings "yeah, a little too late on that."

"Connor, I'm closing up." My dad says coming in. He doesn't bother to knock for here I am, sitting in a bra and underwear because I was changing out of my waitress outfit.

"I'll be done soon." I tell him not looking up from my phone. He leaves the room so I can get dressed.

I swear, Ashton is getting on my nerves.

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