Chapter 7

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"Come on, shake that ass."

Ok, I should probably explain what's going on.

It has been 3 days since we last saw Joy.
Danny has been taking it rough. Not talking to anyone.
Not even Summer who for these two days, has been constantly flirting with him.
I mean, not that I care.

So why do you smile when he doesn't flirt back?

Shut up subconscious.

We asked everywhere.
Even the shop that Danny stole from.
Ofcourse we had to lie that we paid the fine and got out of our 2 week prison sentence.

On our second day of searching, we came across a poster with our faces.

WANTED.

This forced us to change our appearance a little bit.
Summer straightened my curly brown hair leaving it pin straight and Danny got a new haircut using Summers money.

So where were we?

We were now at Summers workplace, aka, Wet-lips Strip club.

Totally not my scene.

But Danny and I had nowhere else to go so we agreed to spend the night here.

I was suprised that Summer actually lives here but she says her friend owns the place which saves her extra expense, ..or something like that.

The place was packed.

Summer was on the stage moving her hips to the rhythm and Dannys eyes were glued to her.

I mean, not that I cared.

Men (and women) were throwing money at her.
And I'm not talking dollar bills.
She was making bank!

I watch as she expertly swings on the pole.

She finishes the dance with a split then comes off the stage to meet us.

"You guys look like you need something to drink" she shouts.

"I don't dri-" and she's already gone.

She later comes back with a tray of shots.
I eye them worriedly,  I've never drank before.

I look to Danny to see that he wasn't even looking in our direction.

"Oh what the hell" I say before taking my first shot, the liquid burning my throat.

I'll just have one more. And that's it.

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"Come on, shake that ass"
I say to Danny who doesn't move an inch.
I start moving to the music while he just stands still, watching me.

"I think it's time we sit down" he says before pulling me towards the seats.

"Loosen up, will you?" I say annoyed.
He huffs but says nothing.

I look over to the stage to see the stage empty.
I wonder if...

"No" Danny says, knowing what I'm thinking.

"Well gues what?" I say "I don't take orders from you or anyone"

Dannys POV.

I watch as she walks up to the stage.
Still in the dress Samantha lent her.
Or was it Sabrina?
Shit I'd have to ask for her name again.

She start moving her hips to the rhythm, not really knowing what she was doing.

"Take off the dress" someone in the crowd shouted.

Ok, time to go.

I get up and drag Gravity off the stage, much to her dismay.

I try to find Savanna while Gravity tries to wiggle out of my grasp.

Eventually, I found her.
I point to Gravity and she gives me a set of keys.

"Upstairs,third room"

I take Gravity to the room and she immediately lays on the bed.

"I'm exhausted" she says.

The she starts tugging off her dress.

Oh hell no.

I immediately stop her and she huffs, giving up.

"I like your hair when it's curly" I say after a while.

"Too bad I didn't order a glass of your opinion"

I shrug.

"Danny"

"Hmm"

"Why do you hate everyone?"

"Cause love is the hardest thing to earn and most painful thing to lose. It's easier to hate.

She doesn't answer.

"And for the record, I don't hate everyone. I love Joy. And I.... don't dislike you. Quite the opposite actually" I say the last part as a whisper.

But when I look, she's already asleep.

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Summers POV.

"So you're saying if I turn them in, I'm free to go.
Clean record and everything?"

The person says yes through the phone.

"But if I help them I get more years added to my sentence."

The person says yes once again.

I look to the door of my room and speak into the phone.

"Ok, listen carefully......."

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Comment what you think will happen next!

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