Pregnant hoe-y hoe

"All done," I took the last bite of my last wing and groaned. Oh, I'd be full for a while, no doubt.

"Did you- all 100?!" King asked me freak-out-ishly.

"Yea?" I answered.

"All 100? No way, you must have cheated!" King mumbled angrily.

"Nope, all 100," I giggled and patted his afro, which was hella soft.

"Whatever," King sighed, then he sucked back in his breath. Although the wings weren't hot enough to bring tears to our eyes, it would have definitely brought any sitting snot out of our nose. I mean, my nose felt raw, and breathing hurt like hell.

"Gimme that milk," King quickly ordered and I nodded, pouring him and myself a cup. Although I'd just stuffed 100 hot wings in my belly, I surprisingly still had room for milk.

After scarfing down a cup of milk, I texted ma to see where they were. She told me they finished eating a while ago, so they were jumping on a bungee line somewhere in the plaza.

"King, do you know where a bungee line is?" I asked him.

"Perk, you just ate 100 wings, I don't think you should be jumping," He said, throwing away the cups and jug milk we didn't drink.

"That's where ma is," I told him.

"Right, well, it's that way," King pointed past a crowd of people. Then we started walking that way, but I'd grown self-conscious. I already looked like a hoe-y hoe, now I probably look like a pregnant hoe-y hoe.

"King, do I look pregnant?" I randomly asked. He glanced over at me, then back in front of him, then back at me.

"No," yes, well at least he doesn't want me to feel bad about myself.

"Good, I don't need to look like a pregnant hoe-y hoe," I said anyway.

"You don't look like a hoe-y hoe," King rolled his eyes.

"Really?" I'd already become aware of my clothes. To late to give a fuck now.

"Well, maybe a tiny stripper," But I didn't want to look like a tiny stripper because it's too close to an underage stripper and no one wants to be Lira.

"You're not a stripper, and you're not a hoe," He grumbled.

"Mhm," I agreed, "I just look like one." But then I realized something.

"Oh, wait, King, that was the first time I heard you curse," I said surprised. I'd expected him to slip at some point, but this wasn't a slip. He knew exactly what he was saying.

"I don't really swear," King shrugged as I heard the close giggles of mama's little midget man.

When we rounded the corner, I saw ma recording El as she jumped and giggled and had a good time on the bungee line.

I looked to the right to see Em smiling up at El as she sat on a bench.

I walked up to ma and stood beside her for a while until she started talking.

"Who won?" She asked, seeing El have her harness taken off.

"Yours truly," I smirked. King sighed.

"That's great baby," She smiled at me.

"How were your wings?" I asked her. I was my father's child, so I could eat more and take heat better than mom. She told me if I didn't stop eating so much I'd get as big as her, and I love my mom, but I do not want to be that big.

"They were alright, there was more bone than chicken though," Ma said. That was the only reason I won. Those legs were the size of my pinkie and the wings the size of my thumb (and remember, I have tiny 11-year-old child hands) and there was like one bite worth of meat on the bones, sometimes only half a bite worth.

"Hey, they gotta scam people out of their money somehow," I shrugged and ma laughed.

"Guh, you funny," Ma told me.

"I'm aware," I nodded and closed my eyes. I nodded so my chin was touching my collar bone.

"Em! Jumping was fun, why don't you try it?" El asked as she came running towards us.

"Um, I had a large meal, best not to shake it up," I told her.

"Alright," She nodded.

"Is it time to go?" I asked ma.

"Yep, Miria and John are already waiting in the jeep for us," Ma said.

I was so sad it was Saturday, my family would have to go back home without me. I thought about that the whole way home, I didn't want my family to leave. I didn't want to be without my family.

I now realize why most of the perfectly fine contestants went home, they weren't disqualified, they just wanted to be back with their family.

The offer is hella temping. All I have to do is say I want to go home tomorrow when they leave and boom, I'm on my way home and another girl is on her way to the manor.

"Hey King," I called out to him.

"Say, I don't want to be here anymore, do I just ask to go home with my family?" I asked, just to confirm.

He didn't say anything but he had a sour look on his face like he was sad but also angry.

"Just asking," I mumbled and flopped back to the seat of the jeep.

We arrived home and went our separate ways. Well, I mean, it wasn't really all that separate. Miria and John went one way, ma, El, and Emy went another way and King and I went our own way.

I made it to my room and nodded at King before entering. Quite honestly, my butt hole was on fire.

I needed to sit on my toilet pronto.