“It’s none of your business,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
“What? None of my business?” he asks.
“Let me clarify that,” I say, pausing to put my hands on my hips, trying to balance in my one shoe. “It’s none of your damn business.”
“I’ve had my hands down your pants. I know what you sound like when you’re going to come.”
“Well, mister, you don’t.” I look towards the door again.
“Don’t what?” He asks, smirking.
“Know what I sound like,” I say, getting tired of this game he’s playing.
“We can take care of that right now,” he says. I look at him like he’s crazy, and shake my head.
“Um, no thanks,” I say, looking towards the door, wondering where the heck someone—anyone—is. Don’t they realize that I'm missing? Shouldn’t they be looking for me?
“Look, I'm sorry, but I just couldn’t do it. You’re too sweet. That’s why you shouldn’t be working here.”
“Well, too bad. I need this job, and I'm keeping it.”
“You’re innocent, Liz, a f**king virgin, and you want to work at a strip club?” he growls.
“First of all, it’s none of your business, but I'm actually not a virgin. Second of all, there was not one single question on my application for this place about my sexual history,” I say, completely pissed off.
“Who the f**k have you been with since we were together?” he asks. I can see his face turning red.
“No one! Geez, Louise,” I say, waving my hand in front of me.
“How exactly do you go from you having never, to now?” He asks, looking as confused as his question sounds.
“I never said that I was a virgin,” I snap. “You chose to hear that, and then you walked away, completely ignoring me when I tried to explain it to you. Which, by the way, was pretty damn embarrassing.” I say, crossing my arms over my chest, feeling almost as embarrassed as I did the night that we were together.
“Fuck me,” he whispers, running his hands down his face.
“Look, I really need to go. I'm sure Bambi is freaking out; I left her with a bachelor party,” I say, looking towards the door again, ready to run for it.
“We’re leaving,” he says, taking a step in my direction.
I stop and look at him. “No, I'm working. We’re not going anywhere.”
“You just resigned; it’s time for you to go home.”
“Wow, you got this whole caveman act down pat, don’t you?” I say, slipping back into my shoes. There is no way that I'm going to let him intimidate me.
“You come with me, or I’ll tell your mom what you’re doing during your free time,” he says, and I feel all the color drain out of my face. My mom can be pretty cool, but if he told her I was working here, I would have to explain why I needed a second job; I can’t see her being very understanding about that.
“I never thought that I could hate you, but you just proved me wrong.” I say quietly, as tears start to fill my eyes. My shoulders slump, and I start walking towards the door.
“Where are you going?” he asks me as I open the door. I don’t even turn around to answer him.
“Getting my stuff and going home, Trevor. Just like you wanted me to.” I see Bambi in the dressing room when I get there; she’s in front of the mirror adding more lip gloss.
“Hey! Ed said you were talking to someone when I went to look for you; is everything okay?”
“Um, not really. I'm leaving,” I say, pulling my pink gym bag out, and shoving everything that’s mine into it, while trying to avoid looking at Bambi.
“You’re leaving?” she asks, and I can feel her as she comes to stand next to me.
“Something came up and I need to go; I'm sorry for leaving you with those guys. I’ll talk to Mike on my way out so he can send someone else to help you,” I say, pulling my hoodie on over my top, stepping out of my heels, and into a pair of black, high-top Converses.
“I don’t care about that. I'm worried about you and why you’re leaving,” she says, hugging me.
“Ready?” Trevor asks, sticking his head in the room. We both turn our heads in his direction at the sound of his voice.
“What the f**k, dickwad?” Bambi yells. “Get the f**k out of here; can’t you read? This is a women’s only area, and unless you want me to give you a vagina, you need to leave.” She walks over, slamming the door in a stunned Trevor’s face. I giggle; no matter how bad this is right now, she made it worth it. “Are you leaving with that douche?” she asks, walking back towards me.
“No, he just came to tell me something,” I say, walking towards the door.
“Call me and let me know you’re okay,” she says, and it makes me want to cry. She has made working here fun, and has become a pretty good friend.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” I say, opening the door, walking right past Trevor, Cash, and Mike.
“You okay, darlin’?” Mike asks, putting his arm around my shoulder.
“Yeah, I'm just gonna go home. I’ll see you tomorrow for breakfast; and thanks for the internship.”
“I’ll see you then, and we can talk,” he says, squeezing me to his side.
“Great,” I mutter, walking out into the parking lot to my Charger. I open my door and throw my bag across, into the passenger seat.