I've been home since 12pm and haven't done anything... Sigh. Well, I'm in an Extortion mood. I'm not in the mood for anything lately. But I'll try to update, but don't expect much anymore.

This was such a sad excuse of a chapter and I just had to write it over. So I started this 4:28pm Thursday... Let's see when I'll finish.

My life. It sucks.

I'm cornered. They all feel the need to try to control me. Sometimes I like it, ahem, Speedy... And sometimes I don't... Amanda.

I'm just walking through these halls trying to think. Maybe I should leave? Nah, I can figure myself out at home. Two figures run past me and back again.

"MAS AND MENOS PLEASE STOP!" I scream, but I think it's unnecessary. I'm deep in thought but they're interrupting.

Actually they're 17... They still act 7. Gawd, it was acceptable when they were 12 but this is bullshit.

Menos, the freshest of them both, stops glares at me.

"We can do whatever we want." Menos answers in his thick Guatemalan accent. "You walk aroun' like zombie and still tryin' to tell us what to do? Fuck off."

I gasp. Staring at his shorter than average frame, I can not believe this short ass dude just said that. After I've acted like I fucking caretaker for 5 years.

Mas pulls his brother... He better before I slap the gap from between his two front teeth.

"I sorry for 'es behavior." Mas has always had a problem with learning English, but I hear him.

I suck my teeth and stomp away, sure to push Menos out my way.

"Fuckin'..." Menos is quickly shushed by his bro.

Maybe I can go chat with Speedy or something. People keep pissing me off, but I know I can rely on him. I look back to make sure Mas and his twin are gone.

These hallways need to be cleaned... They're pretty dusty. Especially near Speedy's room door.

I knock on the door.

No answer.

Another knock.

I hear a moan... A female moan.

Ah fuck. And he's with another bitch. And I feel hurt for some reason.

I hear a few mumbles.

"There's a note under the door!" Speedy shouts.

Huh? I look down. I really did not notice the piece of not paper. I bend down pick it up, but I don't really think I wanna read it.

Me and my girlfriend Tia are in here.

You'll meet her when we're done.

Girlfriend?! Speedy and... WHAT? Well, I need to get out of here.

My legs carry me to a nearby window as fast as they can... But wait... I'm in my uniform. I want to blend in. So these skinny legs need to backtrack to my room.

Okay, where would I go? I'm 21 and it's 6-something PM, but a bar won't do it... Let's keep this corny, wherever the fucking wind blows me.

Need to keep my mind off my life. A song would do it.

"I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit, tie. I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit..."

I just love JT... Roy comes in mind when I think- NO MORE ROY, BITCH!

Opening my door, that note on my table seems stupid now. He loves me my ass.

"What to wear, what to wear?" If I'm using my wings, I would need the shirt with the hidden slits in it. Well, most of my shirts are like that so no problem.

I hate going through my closet. I just do, no reason. OOO, THAT SHIRT!

The greenish-yellow corset with lace all over it, forming a flower on the stomach. I just love Argent for giving me this on my birthday. Too bad I never wore it...

Well, today's your day shirt.

And I will not wear revealing bottoms with this shit. Girl gotta keep something secret.

I bet Roy's new girl is a whore.

Anyways, I think tight black jeans would do it.

Oh yes! This is too hot. If Roy gonna find himself a girlfriend, I'm a find a boyfriend... or girlfriend.

I strip off my uniform shirt in front of my mirror.

"Do I need to wear a bra with a corset?" Eh, I'll just see.

I slip my arms into the designated holes. And zip it from the side. Oh, my belly it still visible, a little less, but still visible. Oh gawd, it's tight on my chest. No bra needed. So I guess I can may slide my bra off by unhooking it from the- got it. I fling my bra to the side.

"Damn, this shirt makes me look like a vixen." I slide off my pants.

Okay, a few poses won't kill me. I wonder if Speedy's new girlfriend got a body like this, ha!

Playing dress up is pretty fun, but I do need to go before Roy wraps up his sexcapade. I don't feel like meeting his most likely model girlfriend with large tits and a tight ass.

Hurry up, Bee. You may have a large ass and it's hard to- shit- squeeze in these tight jeans but- uh- you'll make it.

"Yay!" It's on! A little look at my- damn! Someone could bounce off of this...

Can I walk? Yep, I'm good to go. I fluff my large afro puff. A single puff today is good. And these black combat boots are sexy...

Most of my back is showing so I can use my wings today. And it's kinda hot out, so I'm set.

I walk over to my window and push open the window, stretching my wings. It is hot... I fly out as fast as I can.

Walking these streets, there are a lot of eyes on me.

Some dude is walking close to me. Oh gosh, what's this man thinking? Does he think he's about rape Bumblebee?! Fuck out of here.

I turn around.

"Excuse me, but stop following me."

A good look at him. This guy is fucking fine! But- he's still trailing me. But damn, his deep brown eyes, curly hair, and dark tan skin.

"I'm sorry, but you're very attractive."

I know he didn't just-

"Bro, you were walking behind me!"

Thank goodness this is a smaller area and the sidewalks are kinda empty.

He smirks, and I think I'm dying inside.

"And I like your back."

What? "My... back?"

"Yeah, that patch of back I can see... I'm sorry," He frowns. "I must sound like a huge perv. I kinda didn't realize I was following you." He stretches out his large hand.

Hmm... He's of medium build.

"My name is Preetam. You are?"
I wonder what that means? He's clearly of Indian decent... Or maybe he isn't. Maybe he's from the West Indies... Oh, that's cool.

Can't tell him Karen if he finds out I'm Bumblebee.

"Bee. Where are you from?"

Preetam smiles at me. "My parents are from India. And they were city folk. New Delhi. So, it was likely they would move to New York!"

Damn, he's pretty open. Let the flirting commence!

I turn and walk again, and I hear footsteps following me.

"Hey! You wanna hang out sometimes, Bee?"

I turn around and look him over like I don't want him. Lemme take a chance now.

I reach into both jeans pockets, pulling out a pen from the left one. He's surprised. I bet he is, I'm looking at him like I don't have time yet I'm scribbling my number in his hand. He's definitely calling me.

"Uh, you think we can hang out later? I was on my way back from work and maybe we can go out or something."

He's not shy I give him that. I'll say he's a bit pushy, but hey.

"I don't know you." I stare at him.

Pretaam smiles at me. "We can get to know each other. P.S I like your eyes."

Never trust guys completely, but always flirt, Bee. He probably just wants this body.

"Call me."

He stares a me with those- GAWD- bedroom eyes.

"I thought you don't know me?"

I start walking, expecting him to catch up.

"You're pretty fit!"

"I know." Swing your hips a bit just for emphasis. "Now go about your business, boy."

Will he give up! Maybe we can go somewhere and drink... OOOOH, I KNOW WHERE I WANT TO GO!

"Where's the nearest strip joint?" Turn around and see his reaction.

He gasps. "Wow, my mind is blown... You're- um- a, you know-"

"Nah, I want to watch girls dance around and get naked while I stick money in their underwear."

Shit, I ain't got no money... A little stop at the nearest ATM. I'm damn sure they have ATM's in strip clubs.

Pretaam takes a good look at me before smirking. I know what you're thinking, sexy boy.

"Okay, come with me."

He grabs my hand and we run a bit. Stop lying to yourself, he's dragging you.

I'm gonna watch strippers because it's fucking fun! He better not take me to one of those high-class strip clubs. The girls don't get down and dirty like the others. Ha! In this area. I know they have the trashy one's I like. Where they hire chicks willing to do stuff for a buck.

This will be fun...

I have a naughty idea...