Chapter nineteen

Class was starting in a few minutes. Tweek tried to keep calm and collected, but he was nervous about what happened earlier that week. Amala just walked into the classroom, her deep dark eyes, scanning the students who were already in class. Her eyes locked onto Tweek's. She sent him a small wink and walked to her desk.

Tweek took a deep breath and grabbed his small blue pens. He began writing the date on his notebook so he was ready to take notes.

Craig rested on his large hotel bed. The room smelt of sweat and sex.A short blonde male walked out from the bathroom and stood in front the bed. His body exposed to Craig."What?" Craig grunted as he sat up. The male rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his waist. "Don't what me. Aren't we going out to dinner babe?" Craig rolled his eyes. "Of course not." The younger males mouth dropped. Confused, he stammered out, "W-What do you mean?" "This was a sex for sex trade. We aren't dating. And two things. One, don't call me babe. Two, get out of my hotel room." Craig calmly said as he grabbed his phone. As the angered male stomped away, Craig pulled up Tweek's contact information to text him.

Tweek's phone buzzed during class. Amala didn't notice so he opened the message.

Craig: What are you doing? Tweek began to type."Tweek. No texting during class. And please stay after class, we have to talk." Amala smirked as she told Tweek. His stomach curled into a knot but he nodded. He out his phone up.

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