Eddie POV
Mr. Rutter took us out of school for a fight. At least I knew Patricia wasn't going to get into anymore trouble. When we left the living room, we went back to Patricia's room.
"Where do you think I can find a job?" I asked. She looked up.
"Figure it out Doofus. Go flip burgers or work in a movie theatre or something." She advised.
"I'll work at a bar." I offered. She shrugged.
"I don't care as long as you have one stupid." She replied. Then she threw a pillow at my face. I slung it back. She laughed.
"Patricia...how many guys did you go out with before me?" I asked.
"I don't remember. Maybe two or three."
"How many did you fuck?"
"Ugh, I don't know. This guy back in 9th grade. Cameron maybe? No it was Jackson. Yeah him." She said.
"Oh."
"How many girls did you date?"
"A few."
"How many is 'a few'?"
"Like Chastity, Kerissa, Laci, Makayla, Bre, Leila, Staci, Stella, Vanessa, Tori, Na-" I said.
"You dated all those girls?" she exclaimed.
"Yea." I said.
"You're a man whore." she said.
"Kind of." I said.
For a few hours we just fooled around. We talked about the baby. I played with her belly with the little bump. She hit me after a little while and I tickled and kissed her. My cutie. Soon it was dinner. Patricia hates eating in the dining room so she gets her food sent up. I had to feed her. She's such a little baby. She laid in my chest and fell asleep. When I was sure she was asleep. I sighed and slid her into bed. I grabbed my jacket and snuck out of the mansion.
I drove to the bar. I had applied online. My first shift started tonight at nine. I have no idea what they want me to start out with but it pays good. I got out of the car and went inside. Wow. This place is huge. I went to the office to speak with my boss. She looked like a perv but whatever.
"Your needed in fifthteen minutes. Get changed." she said.
"What?" I asked.
"Stripper dude." she said.
"Whoa it didn't sign up for that." I said.
"You wanted this job. You didn't ask questions and your doing it. At least for tonight. Now change." she said. I sighed and went to change. There were girl and guy strippers. Jeez. I changed into the stupid outfit. So I had to do a show. I had ridiculous tips that I liked. After the show I had to serve drinks where I got even more tips. I like tips. I took a break and counted my money. At least 500 pounds in 30 minutes. Wow.
Maybe this job isn't so bad. Not to mention I get paid. I put my money in my regular clothes and then changed for my next show. I did about 3 shows and got out of work at three. By the end of the night I had about 2,000 pounds. I'll be able to support Patricia and the baby. I threw my costumes in the back seat. I drove home in the darkness of the damn night. I opened the gates and snuck in the back door of the house. I shut off the security system fast. I crept back upstairs. I went into my bedroom. I hid my costumes in a part of the closet and my money into and empty shoe box.
This job is pretty good.
Alfie POV
The morning after the fight at school I got up. Amber was still asleep. I got out my laptop and looked up jobs.
"What are you doing?" a groggy voice asked. I turned my head. Amber.
"Hey sleeping beauty." I said. I wrapped my arm around her. She snuggled into my chest.
"Hi. What are you doing?" she asked.
"Looking for a job." I said.
"You don't need a job stay with me." she said.
"Your dad wants me to have one. I need to support you." I said.
"I don't care how rich or poor you are you'll always be mine." she said.
"That's nice but I still need a job. Your dad won't be around forever." I said.
"But I want you here with me." she said.
"Ambs, I need a job. I just can't keep pushing your dad. He's going to snap at me." I said. She pouted. I kissed her lips.
"Get rid of the pout." I said. She giggled and kissed me. Amber made me go an order breakfast from her private chef for her. She wanted crepes, low-fat strawberry smoothie and strawberries. She like her strawberries with whipped cream on them and she also like them in her crepes. But you couldn't mix the two. Her crepe strawberries had powdered sugar. Her smoothie must have low fat yogurt, soy milk and organic stuff. She can tell the differance. She's picky like that. I had a plain bagel. Eddie drowsely came downstairs.
"Whoa, what's with you?" I asked. He motioned me closer.
"I work at a strip club from 9-3." he yawned.
"How did Patricia take it?" I asked.
"She didn't. I didn't tell her." he said.
"You can't lie to her. She's gonna find out." I said.
"I said I work at a bar and it isn't a lie." he said. I shook my head and picked up Amber's tray.
"You can work there if you want. I only worked there for like six hours and I already can rent out a nice apartment." he said.
"No, no no. No way." I said.
"Whatever. But each week I get 300 pounds. By the end of the month I'll have 9,000 and that's minus tips." he said.
"I guess we'll just live in less luxury than you." I said.
"I just want to keep her happy." he said. I nodded and took Amber's food up to her room.
"Your have a new e-mail." she said reaching for her tray. I handed her her food after I sat her up right. I looked at the e-mail. I guess I'm working at the music store.
"I got the job!" I said.
"Yay! But you know you don't have to do this to be with me." she said before nibbling into a strawberry.
"Yes, I do. My shift starts tomorrow." I said.
"Great. I'm happy for you!" she said. I'm so glad she was happy for me. I was actually kind of excited for myself. It could only be but so hard. I mean I love music. So it should be a piece of cake.