"Kian, you're wanted at the principal's office," said Ms. Beuer.

    I walked slowly up to her desk, ignoring the snickers and "ooo's" from the other students.

    "I haven't been late today though," I tell her. It has been a week since I left, and working three part time jobs is tough, especially when one is from 9pm-3am.

    She gave me a soft expression.

    "That's not the reason why you're going there."

    I frown. Okay, one, she isn't the type of teacher to smile, much less give a sympathetic expression to anyone. Well, at least I have a heads up.

    I walk to his office, but there's someone already there. They are in the middle of talking, when the principal, Mr. Richard Izsmauls, aka to the school, Dick Is Small, sees me.

    "Kian, come in," he says looking relieved I'm finally there.

    I hesitate, "There's already someone in your office," I say glancing at the man. He looks to be in his thirties, blond, and rich. The man is wearing an expensive looking suit, an expensive looking watch, and basically everything, even his goddamn shoes. "I'll wait."

    "No, he is, uh, actually the, uh, reason you're here," he stammers, "Kian Harper, meet Mr. Royal."

    The Royal stands, and looks at me. He then walks up to me, and takes my hand.

    "Call me John."

    I stand there awkwardly in silence and try to pull my hand away. Not only is this dude creeping me out, but he's crushing my hand.

    "He says he's your legal guardian," Dick says after a moment. He slides the papers on his desk towards me. I stay still but look at them. "Once we contact your mother, we can clear this whole situation."

    I stay silent and then say, "Can I go back to class now?"

    He looks at me and then says, "Yes, yes, of course."

    I take my other hand and peel the Royal's grip on me. He blinks, then takes a step back, so I can walk out the door.

    As soon as I'm outta there, and out of sight, I book it.

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    In the small apartment, that I could afford with the money off my back, I grab my backpack with my stash, couple of clothes, and food coupons.

    I start counting the money. Shit, I only have about $200. I chew on my thumb, that's not nearly enough for food, a bus, and a new place. I need to make some more money, fast.

    I take out the card on my back pocket, and use the home phone. It rings twice, then I hear a gruffy voice pick up, "Hello?"

    "It's Kyle," I say using my fake name for work, "I've been thinking about that offer."

   "Really? That's great to hear!"

    "Only for tonight though."

    "Oh, well that's still alright. I've been needing a boy, some of these rich folks like males."

    I cringe, I'm just hosting for tonight. One night. Nothing else, just keeping company.

    Hearing my silence, he then says, "8'clock tonight. Every hour, you get $120, plus tips from customers."

    "Done." I hang up. I could work a whole night and make an easy $1,000. I could probably make way more if I was whoring my body, but ....no. I'm not that desperate yet. Not to mention, gross. 

    I look at the clock, it's 6:48pm. I already quit my other jobs, so now I only need to get a bit ready. I decide to take a shower.