On The Fence
How to respond to being tricked by your friends.
Chapter 1
by 
Jyger85
I was sitting on a bench in front of an old church in a kinda trashy part of town waiting for my friends, constantly checking my phone for text messages. I'd been waiting for half an hour, sitting there in my school uniform, wondering where the hell they were. They'd told me to come there straight after school so we could meet up and grab something to eat together. And I wouldn't say I was freaking out hard or anything, but I was getting kinda worried wondering why they weren't responding to my texts.
"Hey there," I heard someone greet, looking up to see a tall man standing a few feet away, his hands in his pockets and grinning ear-to-ear. "What are you up to, little lady?"
At this point, I need to ask you a question: Do you ever have a song that plays in your head when you're pissed off? I do, and it was playing so loud in my head that my eye was twitching to the beat. Looking up at this guy's face, as he looked down at an 18-year-old blonde wearing a Catholic schoolgirl uniform, and knowing what was on his mind, it finally dawned on me why my friends asked me to meet them in front of some old rundown church in the crappier part of town and weren't returning my texts: I'd been set up. They sent me to meet them in a place where prostitutes met up with potential clients. Because that's hilarious, am I right? Tricking your friends and embarrassing them by having them be mistaken for a teenage hooker?
"...So?" the big dumbass asked, taking a hand out of his pocket to pull out some money. "What can I do you for, miss?"
I wanted to kill something at this point as the rage inside me built up. And seeing this guy grinning like a perverted idiot at me was putting him at the top of my list. I wanted to beat him to with my bookbag. Then I looked down and saw the wad of bills in his hand, and my eyes almost flew clean out of their sockets. I don't know if it's because this was the more common wage around here, or if there was some other reason, but I saw hundred dollar bills in his hand. Yeah, hundred dollar BILLS, as in MULTIPLE.