• Highway Out Of The Douche's Heart •

Corinne's POV

After the regular day, I wait at the school's front porch for Kat. Huh, she's not here. Sigh, whatever, I'll walk home alone.

Two meters away from the school gates, a firm hand grabs my shoulder. Katriece, I first assume. But her hands are rather flimsy, so I'm not really sure. I turn to see the pursuitor. It's him, it's John. Ugh, why him.

He looks at me with his plain blue eyes, some would say they were 'like the ocean, one look would drown you', but I highly doubt so. They were normal. I've seen blue eyes often, nothing special about them. The wind gently tossles his side-swept hair, styled in a quiff. His structured hand still grips my shoulder.

"... Hi, John?" I say, with a hint of annoyance. He grins at me.

"Hey, Corrinne, I just wanted to tell you that I thought it was awesome of you to sass Courtney just now," he whispers in a low husky voice. I roll my eyes.

"It was nothing, really."

"So uh, are you free this..."

"Yo, Cor. Oh, hello, John. No, she won't be free this week, or this month, or ever. Sorry, old boy. Ta-ta!" Katriece skips alongside me and drags me away from the 'hunk'.

"Thanks," I mumble. She nudges my shoulder and hands me a cup of Minute Mash from our cafeteria. "Where were you?"

"Professor Heedes was being annoying and dragged the lesson talking about the same damn thing. Whatever about him," she complains and tucks a strand of reddish orange hair behind a freckled ear that has three piercings. "I'm watching Downton Abbey on Netflix now, it sucks, so don't do watch it as well."

"Thanks for that," I say. "I'm watching this 90's drama. I don't even know how to comprehend it."

"Of course, typical Corrinne," she smirks at me. She then sashays left and bids me, "Bye, love. Enjoy hell again."

"Again, thank you."

...

At around 6, I hear the door rattle open. She's either home early, or the man she's hooked up with doesn't have a decent enough house to fuck in. The second option is confirmed when, a few minutes later, moans escape through the floor. So they're doing it in the kitchen? Hoh kay, I wonder. I'll enjoy having bread infused with aromatic and tasteful semen for breakfast tomorrow. And, I guess it's time for a microwave meal again. I trot over to the microwave that I bought for myself in these situations. Or when Mom is lovely enough to forget to buy any food. At all. I mean, a prostitute's gotta use the money for, well, more toys.

That's all she ever cares about, her job. I mean, talk about passionate. She is pretty heavy-pocketed. She does kinda pay for my school and she leaves money on the coffee table for allowance, but that's about it. Everything else is usually upgrading her website or hotline, and also her large array of toys.

I microwave a mac & cheese meal from 7-11. It's pretty good. It's something I hardly get and rarely splurge on. I resume watching the awful but hilarious 90's drama with the plastic bowl of mac & cheese in my hand, turning the volume high up, drowning the fake moans of my street-walker Mom.

Authors' Note:

That's about all I can do according to Josh's plan :) I hope y'all enjoy!

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