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 AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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I hate my life.
I hate my job.
I stood in the ice cream shop, wearing a blue apron and a blue cap that said "Frozen Bliss" with an ice cream that had a smiley face on it, my head tilted down as my manager yelled at me for spilling ice cream on the floor.
"I'm sorry," I apologised, despite wanting to curse him out and he sighed, rolling his eyes before walking out of the backroom. I sighed, clenching my jaw before stepping backwards until my back hit the racks and I sat down on the floor, removing my cap.
I wanted to quit. I really wanted to but I needed the money. I would do anything for money. Anything. I was even contemplating becoming a stripper after my 18th birthday because that might be easier than getting yelled at for the smallest mistake. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back as tears burned my eyes.
I hated crying but sometimes I couldn't help it when the miserable realisation that my life sucked dawned upon me. I wish I wasn't born into a poor family. I wish I was born into a rich family where I got things handed to me on a silver platter. I wish I was an out-of-touch, spoiled brat.
♡
I sat on the floor by my locker, during a free period, flipping through the magazine I unapologetically stole. I had heard somewhere that in order to be rich, you need to have the mindset of a rich girl. I have to act rich so I can manifest my future. 
So with the little money I have left after helping my mother pay the fees, I buy cheap makeup and thrift fashionable clothes. 
I bit my lower lip, leaning comfortably against the locker when Christian walked up to me. It had been two weeks since I attended his party and we talked sometimes during school. I was slowly getting comfortable around him.
He settled beside me and glanced at the magazine, I was holding before letting out a chuckle, "didn't know you were into magazines," He said. I shrugged and looked at him. His smile slightly faltered before Adam's apple bopped. "Can we talk?"
I looked at him, curious before nodding. He stood up, offering me his hand. I accepted it and stood up, opening my locker and keeping the copy inside before looking at him. We walked outside and I asked him, "What's wrong?"
"What I want to say might be... a bit.. weird," he said, sitting down on the bleachers by the football court. I frowned, confusedly before sitting beside him.
"Okay, so, Amethyst, you can slap me if you want but what I'm about to say might anger or shock you," He said.
"Just get to the point," I said, impatiently. 
He sighed, "Okay, so, you know how Adeline is Caspian's girlfriend?" I nodded. "She isn't only his girlfriend, she's ours as well. We're in a... open and poly relationship." He revealed.
I stared at him shocked before staring at the grass, my expression disturbed as I proceeded with the information before slowly nodding.
"Recently, something happened, and then we met you and... what I want to say is that we want you to be our fling," 
"What?" I asked, my voice sharp and surprised. 
"It's weird, I know, but we are attracted to you and we'll even pay you!" He said.
"What?!" I exclaimed.
"That came out wrong," he muttered. 
"Amethyst, I-" 
"I'll talk to you later," I said, quickly and ran away.
♡
I sat in English Lit, hiding under my desk and zoning off while staring into space. The conversation I had with Christian had got to be the most insufferable one I have ever had. But to my mind, the idea didn't seem entirely wrong.
I knew I was going to regret this decision when I would be 25 or 30 when I would be married and have kids or this idea could seem terrible in a year but right now, I was actually contemplating it. If I agreed I would officially be a prostitute but I would have more money, and I wouldn't have to work at the ice cream shop or at the restaurant. 
Am I crazy?
Probably.
I didn't realise class ended until someone's legs came into my view. I looked up, meeting Casper's gaze. "What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice low.
"I had been waiting for you outside of class for 15 minutes," he answered, sitting on the chair beside my desk. I looked around and saw the class was completely empty.
"Are you ready to get out of your hiding spot?" He asked and I shook my head, my body leaning against the leg of the chair.
"Christian fucked it up, didn't he?" Casper asked. I sighed and closed my eyes. 
"You knew,"
"Well... kinda," He said.
"You want to sleep with me too now?" I asked. I really thought I could have a friend.
"What? No, no," He shook his head. "The others have a situation going on with Adeline. Adeline isn't my girlfriend." He explained, leaning back on the chair, nonchalantly.
"I'm not into sex, I'm waiting till marriage," He said. I looked at him, a smile gracing my lips in relief and admiration. His future wife is extremely lucky. "You don't have to do it,"
"I don't know what to do," I said, "I need money, I'm exhausted from working two jobs and I was thinking of getting another one and this might help me but what about my dignity?"
He stood up, offering me his hand, "You'll figure it out," He said. I looked at his hand before accepting it and standing up, avoiding my head getting bumped.