Ava feel asleep after she swore she was fine. I turn off the tv, and my light. I am on my way to my bed when a phone goes off.

It takes me a few moments to realize that it is Ava's phone. Not checking who it is, I answer the phone.

"Hello, Ava's phone." I greet.

"Jake?" A feminine voice asks.

"Uh yeah, who is this?" I ask while sitting down.

"Flora. Why are you answering her phone? DID YOU SLEEP WITH HER! YOU SON OF A-"

"Woah, no none of that. Ava's with me, at my house, she feel asleep while we were watching Friends." I explain.

"It's getting late, and I have a shift to attend to. Which by the way tell Ava she should come to work some time, some guys are asking for her, and tell her that she needs to come to work right after school."

"Yeah, I'll pass the message." I lie through gritted teeth.

"No you won't." Flora replys with nonchalant voice.

"You're right I won't." I snap.

"You're not her boyfriend, so why do you care?" Flora questions.

"Ok, I am not, but that doesn't mean I like the idea of her stripping to another guy." I state.

"It isn't even that bad." Flora defends.

"Isn't that bad?" I say incredulously, "She is giving lap dances to horny men, wearing lingerie, while looking sexy as hell. Now give me one reason why she doesn't see any of that?"

"Because she is doing something she loves! She doesn't like all those things, she just enjoys the pole dancing. She told you about her mom, right? Her mom used it as a distraction, and now so does she too. Whenever her day is complete shit, she goes to work, not for the money. But for the dancing. Why do you think she is the best? She has passion for what she does, and it shows."

I sat for a second with my mouth open, "I never looked at it like that." I mumble.

"That's because you never bothered to try,"she snaps.

"Well thanks for that but it is getting late and I feel like a little kid, getting yelled at by my mom," I say.

"Oh please, that wasn't yelling." Flora says. "You don't want to hear me yell".

"I believe you, Night Flora." I say.

"Night, hope Ava kicks you in her sleep." She says cheerily before she hangs up.

I put her phone on my night stand, and I finally get to lay down. It isn't a moment later that I feel an arm go around my waist, and a little head lay down on my shoulder, and a leg on top of my legs.

I turn my head to see Ava looking up at me, half asleep.

"Who was that?" She mumbles.

"Flora, just checking up on you." I answer as a brush a strand of hair away from her face.

"Really?" Ava asks.

"Well, she was more of telling me off." I say.

"That sounds more like her, and about what?" Ava questions.

"Uh, about what you do." I whisper, but since she is so close it doesn't matter.

"Why?" Ava asks again.

"Because I may or not have told her, I don't like what you do for a living." I mumble, again it doesn't matter.

She detaches her self for me, and rolls over.

No...

I give her a minute to cool down, before I roll up against her. I put my arms around her waist, and pull her closer to me. Align her back with my chest, and tangle our legs together.

"But then, She told me how you view it, and it sounds wonderful." I whisper, "No matter how I view it."

"What I don't get is why you care?" Ava asks.

"Well, you're my friend," my voice wavers at the word friend, "I care about you, a lot. You already told me what happened before what is the chance of that not happening again?"

"Okay, i'll admit the odds of that happening again are high but, I am better now. I got some of my own moves. I am not an innocent little girl." Ava says, a defensive tone creeping into her voice.

"I know that, but still I worry about you." I admit while moving closer to her, if that is even possible.

"And it is sweet that you do but there are some things I need to do on my own." Ava says with a calm tone.

"Yeah, I know" I say, defeated.

"It is not like i'm a hooker, now that would be much worse." Ava says with a chuckle.

I can't help but laugh back, "Much, much worse."

***

* Poke *

Ignore it

* Poke, Poke *

Don't do anything Ava

*Poke Poke Poke Poke Poke Poke Poke *

"For the love of god, what the hell do you want!" I whisper scream.

"Why, you of course." Alex says in a smooth tone.

After last night Jake dropped me off at my apartment real quick so I could change. When I got back in the car, I got a little surprise. A surprise I didn't want.

Alex hasn't left my side at all since this morning. And you know High School is High School so every single student thought of the worse possible explanation.

It was really bad, it is really bad. Of course I tried to get rid of him, but he would just not leave me alone. He is a great guy and all but there are limits.

"Jesus Christ." I mutter before returning back to my science notes.

"You know I'm free tonight you are welcome to come over." He wiggles his eyebrows at the suggestion.

"No thanks I-" I am in the middle of turning him down when I notice that tne teacher is right in front of our desks.

"Ms. Gomez, Mr. Brown is there anything you'd like to share with the class?"

I open my mouth to deny, but I'm cut off, once again.

"No? Well then I guess you can tell me, at detention." The teacher says before strutting off to their desk. Once the teacher reaches the desk, the bell finally rings signaling the end of the day.

"Look at what you did, I was going to go home and eat, now I have to wait another hour before I can eat!" I explain while slamming my locker shut.

"Woah, what awoke the beast?" Jake says teasingly.

"Ask the doofus next to me." I say while walking towards the detention room.

"Ok I may or may not have gotten her into detention." Alex says unsteadily.

"And hung around me all day like a lost puppy." I explain into further detail.

"And that too."

"Wait you got her into detention? What did you do?" Jake asks walking along with us.

"He kept poking me. And he would not stop." I whine.

"Of course, why am I not surprised." Jake says while shaking his head.

We are outside the classroom when Jake is about to enter.

"Hey what do you think you're doing?" I ask him grabbing ahold of his bicep.

"Going into detention." He explains.

"But you don't have detention." I state. "Unless you did something stupid and you don't want to tell me about it," I say.

He laughs, " For once i didn't. Someone has to keep you company!" He explains again.

"Whipped." Alex says in the middle of his coughing fit. "So sorry something was in my throat, carry on."

"Haha so funny." I say one last time before I enter priso- I mean the detention room.

I enter the classroom to see a passed out teacher on the chair.

"Uhhh."

"Oh this is Mr. Henry, he just got a new son, the guy never gets sleep anymore."

"Well that's the price of having a child." I say while signing in and taking a seat.

"I still want one." Jake says after sitting down.

"You want a child?" Alex asks incredulously.

"And you don't?" Jake asks in the same tone.

"Why would I? It is just another responsibility, I can barely take care of my pet gold fish, imagine that but with a baby. Much worse." Alex explains.

Jake shrugs his shoulders before he answers again, "None the less I want one, two actually. Already got the names picked out as well."

"Really? What are they?" I question it isn't common to find a guy wanting kids.

"Well if it is boy, James, obviously. And if it is a girl, Tatiana." He answers with a small smile.

"Tatiana..." I test the name on my tongue, "I like it, where did you hear that?"

"Well I was at the park playing soccer, when these girls come up to me saying that their cousin was in an accident and had passed away, and was collecting donations, I gave them a hundred dollars, and asked them what the girl name was, and her name was Tatiana, and since then it stuck." He explains.

"Wow. " Alex says in shock

"Woah. That is very nice of you to donate a hundred dollars, by the way." I say.

"It was no problem it seemed like they would need it." Jake responds.

"But still, that is really nice." I state.

"I agree with Ava on this one." Alex says.

"Guys, I'm not God. Stop looking at me like that." Jake states while scratching the back of his neck.

"Well, you could have been one of those people that just brushed them off but you didn't you helped that family when they needed it the most." I answer.

"Well when you put it that way, it makes me sound like an angel." Jake mutters.

Alex scoffs in disbelief, "Yeah an angel of Hell."

And there goes that nice moment..

***

After we left detention, Alex had to leave. Making it just Jake and me. Jake and I decided to go to the little café we went to before.

"What are you getting?" Jake asks as we look up at the menu.

"A frozen lemonade, a blueberry muffin, with 3 chocolate macaroons." I say, "What about you?"

"Probably the same as you." Jake answers.

"Very original." I say.

"Of course it is, I am one of a kind!" Jake states with confidence.

I just shake my head in response while smiling.

After we order our food, we find a place to sit. I am just about to start talking when my phone goes off.

"Hold on." I say while I retrieve my phone.

I look at my phone to see that Flora is calling me.

"Hey Flo, what's up?" I greet.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Flora yells, more like screeches.

A weird sense of deja vu right now

"With Jake at a café, why. What's up?" I say while leaning back in my chair.

"What's up!? Well despite the fact that you were supposed to be at work 30 MINUTES AGO!" Flora explains.

"What!?" I sit up, and notice Jake's interest in my conversation, "You never told me!"

"Well, because you haven't been home! And I told Jake!" She yells.

"You told Jake?" I ask in a defeated tone. I slid my hand down my face and hang up.

"I knew you had a problem with it, but to not tell me when I had a job? That's low, and I am sad to say I am not surprised." I state, I look at him with disappointment one last time, before I shake my head, get up, and leave, not once looking back.

"You slept with Tracy?" I ask hoping to God it isn't true.

"You bet, and my god she was amazing, the way she-"

That is all Alex gets to say before I throw my phone across the room, watching the glass shatter into a million peices, as if symbolizing my heart being broken by the only girl I truly love.