The next day

"Well, you're up early, Adrian, aren't you," your mom said as you walked into the kitchen.

"I suppose so." You slugged your way to the counter to prepare yourself a cup of coffee. You rarely drank coffee, but you wanted to be as energized as possible for your upcoming confrontation with Blake.

"Shouldn't we be heading out about now?" You asked after finishing your coffee.

"Now? But if we leave now you'll be nearly half an hour early to school."

"Yeah, but isn't it better for you to arrive early at the office? I really don't mind waiting a bit," you said. Your mother seemed suspicious but didn't question you any further.

"Alright. If you're okay with that." You were out the door within minutes.

You stood awkwardly outside the school. Your foot slapped irregularly at the pavement and your fingers were constantly drumming against your palm. You'd been waiting for over 20 minutes, watching as the traffic flowing into the school steadily increased. But there was still no sign of Blake

While waiting for him to show up, a gloomy thought clouded your mind. Blake usually arrived before you. But you never figured out exactly when he arrived. So, he could very well already be in the school. Only a few people had been milling about when your mom dropped you off, but that didn't mean Blake couldn't have been somewhere in the school.

Your mind started to run with dreadful possibilities. What if Blake was showing people your sketchbook right now? His broad shoulders leaning against a wall behind the school and showing your most private work to a group of laughing assholes as he got the most sinful pleasure from knowing your social life was dying at his hands. Your stomach dropped at the imagined the scene.

The world must've been feeling merciful for you, however, as while these thoughts ran through your head, you spotted Blake getting off a school bus that had just pulled up.

He walked towards the doors alone. Eyes glaring out at everyone who mistakenly glanced at him. Him driving people away only made your job easier. You closed your eyes, trying to collect your nerves, but upon opening them you saw that he was already headed your way.

He paraded over to you, a sickly smile on his face the whole time.

"Good morning, Adrian!" He said. "Did you do anything fun yesterday? I got to read a great book with lots of cool pictures."

Screw him and his sarcasm. "Can I have my sketchbook back?"

He ignored my request "Y'know, I have to say, I wasn't that surprised by what I found. I mean, we already knew you were one weird motherfucker. Or, maybe a fatherfucker, in your case?" He grabbed your shoulder as he spoke, and you felt your frustration begin to rise.

"Give me my book back." you said, trying and failing to shrug his hand off.

"Do you have Lucas film it when he fucks you in your faggot ass, or do you use something else for inspiration?"

Your jaw clenched. "I am not gay."

"Really?" Blake's grip tightened painfully on your shoulder."Then is it just a fucked up kink or something?" He leaned closer to me, his hot breath hitting my face. "Or is there another reason why you draw gay furry porn, faggot?" His hand shoved you, and you stumbled back a few steps.

"It's just for money," you told him. You weren't sure why, but you felt the need to justify yourself to him.

"Oh for money, is that right? In that case, you shouldn't have any problems buying the book back, should you?"

You stared at him. You had made some money off commissions already. Buying your own stuff back felt shitty, but it was certainly better than having Blake reveal that you drew fucking gay furry porn to the entire school. Especially since there's no way you would actually enjoy drawing gay porn — even if you couldn't help but get a hard-on while drawing it.

"Fine," you said. "How much?"

"$1500."

"What! You know that's ridiculous."

"Well according to you, this book is full of valuable drawings just waiting to be sold. I don't see why I shouldn't demand a good price for my book."

You'd been trying your hardest to keep your temper in check, but hearing Blake of all people taunt you in that sarcastic voice and claim that your book was his property sent you over the edge.

"Fuck you, you egotistical asshole." Your raised voice drew the attention of a few nearby students.

His eyes narrowed. "Fine, if you don't want the book, then you won't mind if I share it with some people at school, do you?" Without even letting you respond, his shoulder twisted away from you as he prepared to leave. Your stomach twisted and your heart began to beat faster in your chest. Damn.

You couldn't let him walk away like you had yesterday. Your life would be hell if you did.

"Wait," you called after him.

He turned to face you, one eyebrow raised. "Changed your mind?"

You couldn't afford to pay fifteen-hundred-fucking-dollars to this dumb jock. But you definitely couldn't let him walk away. So you said the first thing that came to mind.

"Let me work for the book back." Silence rang out. You held your breath waiting for his response, heart still quivering in your chest.

"What?"

"Let me work, instead of paying. I'll work for you, and in exchange you give me the book back."

"What the hell do you mean by that? Work at what, exactly?"

You paused, unsure yourself of what exactly you meant. "I'll do whatever you want me to." You cringed a bit when you heard the words leave your mouth. When you had left the house early this morning, you didn't imagine this would end up like a scene from fucking Mean Girls.

Blake bit his lip, contemplating your offer.

"Deal." You felt a wave of relief wash over you, but it was soon replaced by a small ball of anxiety as you realized you had just given your bully free reign to make you do anything he wanted.

"Okay, great. So give me my notebook back." You held out your hand expectantly.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" He asked, slapping your hand away. "You get the book after you do what I ask."

"So what do you want from me?"

He reached into his bag and grabbed a notebook. A piece of notebook paper with an address scribbled on it was handed to you. "Just meet me here, this Saturday at 2:00 pm. If you're a no-show, then I keep the book and let everyone know what's in it, got it fag?"

He turned away from you again, and this time you let him go. Welp. That certainly could've gone better. You stared at the paper still in your hand. 253 Hackberry Court. You knew the area. It was one of those 'suburban paradise' type areas. Boring, single family houses with large yards and pretty trees lining the street. Not exactly the kind of place you expected a guy like Blake to live.

Whatever. Hopefully that meant he couldn't do anything too bad. You'd honestly been a bit scared when he'd handed you an address. You thought a dumb jock like him would've just asked you to do his homework or something.

The bell rang out before you could get too imaginative, and you stuffed the paper in your pocket.

Blake's house. Saturday 2:00pm. You'd be there. And you'd get to see what he was going to have you do.