Chapter 1-Don't Let Me Stop You
I paced back and forth, still waiting for the phone to ring. I glared at my phone, that sat on the kitchen table, willing it to ring with my mind. I groaned loudly when that didn't work and crossed my arms across my chest. I decided to go into the living room since my other strategy wasn't working. Once in there I plopped down onto the couch, glaring angrily out the window. My eyes narrowed when I saw two figures in the kitchen to the house that now belonged to Adrian's parents. I stood up and angrily made my way to the window.
Ricky and Adrian were grossly making out in the kitchen. My foot stomped down onto the carpet as I turned around, making my way back into the kitchen hotly. I ruffled Johns hair sympathetically.
"Sorry, John. Your father can't be bothered right now because he's sucking faces with that..." I stopped myself short before I could say slut. I didn't want to use that kind of language in front of John. John looked at me with curious eyes. Thankfully he was still too young to understand what I was saying.
After another five minutes of waiting I had had enough. I unbuckled John out of his highchair and picked up his diaper bag and favorite stuffed animal.
"Time to go see daddy." I said to John as sweetly as I could, trying to mask my anger. He always got extremely fussy when I was upset; which as of lately was pretty often.
"Daddy!" The eight month old clapped happily. I nodded my head with a fake smile. 'Some father. He can't even be bothered to pick his son up on time because he's too busy having sex with that slut, Adrian.' I thought bitterly.
I opened the door and jumped when it banged loudly against the wall. Which startled John making him pout and start to cry.
"Shh, John. It's okay. Mommy didn't mean to do that, it's okay." I softly spoke to John calmly, bouncing him up and down lightly, making him giggle. I breathed a quick sigh of relief before grabbing the door knob and quietly shutting the door behind me. I marched over to the house next to mine like a girl on a mission.
I set John's diaper bag on the step and readjusted John on my hip before knocking on the door loudly. After waiting a long minute with no answer I knocked on the door more forcefully.
"Open the door, Adrian!" I yelled loudly to the wooden door. I was about to knock again when I heard muffled voices and footsteps behind the door.
The door opened reviling two messy headed teenagers. I ignored Adrian's cocky smirk, my eyes zeroing in on Ricky. My eyes narrowed into little slits as I stared at him, my blood boiling. "You're late again. And why am I not surprised to find you at Adrian's? I can't believe you, Ricky! You told me you'd be over to pick John up at five, it's now quarter after six, Ricky. There is no excuse for this. I can't believe you'd pick her over your own son." I vented. I held John close to me as he looked at Adrian and smiled. I was extremely territorial when it came to John, especially after I caught Adrian holding him like she was his mother.
"I thought you told me to pick him up at six." He said, looking down at John with a smile. I gritted my teeth, trying to calm myself down. I knew he was lying through his teeth because Adrian's smirk grew impossibly larger.
"Cut the crap, Ricky." I snapped. "We both know your lying. And even if you really thought I did tell you six your still late." I said, getting more upset. Adrian coughed, trying to hide her laughter. I took a deep breath, trying to stop myself from beating her slutty ass up and down Second Street.
"I'm sorry, Amy. Look I'll keep him an extra night if you want." He replied, picking John's diaper bag up off the front step. I shook my head venomously.
"No, your not going to take him for an extra night just because you feel bad, or because you feel obliged to. And you know what I don't need you to take him tonight either, since he's such a bother to you, seeing as how you can't pick him up on-time. I don't know why picking up your son on-time is so hard for you, I mean you only spend an hour during weekdays with him and take him for one night during the weekends." I lashed out angrily. Ricky opened his mouth to speak but before he could get any words out I interrupted him. "Save it, Ricky. I'm sorry for ruining your night and apparently your life, as Adrian would say. Good night." I finished, before snatching the diaper bag out of Ricky's hands and storming back over to my house.
I accidentally on purpose, slammed the door shut. Thankfully John didn't get fussy this time, and took him into the nursery. I laid him down gently and put his pacifier in his mouth. I watched as his eyes shut automatically as he drifted off to sleep. I picked up the second baby monitor and shut the door quietly behind me, before making my way into the living room, plopping down onto the couch with a huff. I picked up the TV remote and flicked through the channels before deciding to watch a rerun of Instant Star. I started getting comfy when there was a loud knocking on the kitchen door. I groaned, picked the remote up and shut off the TV. I walked briskly into the kitchen and tugged the door open impatiently.
I inwardly groaned when I saw an extremely pissed off Ricky Underwood standing outside. He didn't say anything as he pushed passed me and walked into the living room, his eyes scanning the room for John. "Where is he?" He asked in a short, clipped tone.
"He's sleeping, so you can leave now." I said impatiently. I was not in the mood for his shit tonight. "Not like you care anyways." I muttered under my breath. His head snapped up, he had obviously heard me.
"Don't say that." He snapped. "You know I care about John, so don't you ever say that again." He sneered. I involuntarily took a step back even though he wasn't that close to me. His anger rolled off of him in waves.
I crossed my arms over my chest and closed my eyes as I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before I said something I'd regret. I opened my eyes slowly to see Ricky glaring at me. He walked up to me, invading my personal space, his jaw locked and his eyes set in a glare.
"I want my son." He demanded. My arms dropped as I stared at him in shock, my eyes wide and my lips slightly parted. I scanned his face to see if he was joking but I could tell he wasn't. I took a deep breath, trying to gather up enough strength to tell him no.
"Like I said, he's sleeping." I said, standing my ground. Our eyes locked into an icy stare as we both tried to break the others composure.
A loud ringing interrupted our staring contest. I quickly made my way to the phone, thankful for the interruption. I looked down at the caller id on my cell phone and ran my hand down my face, annoyed. This was now the tenth call I've gotten from Ben today, and I talked to him at school for cripes sake! I quickly picked the annoying device up and hit ignore, and then regretted it because now I had to deal with Ricky. At least talking to Ben would have given me a couple of minutes to think about how I was going to handle this situation.
I set the phone back down onto the table, taking a deep, calming breath, before making my way back into the living room. I scanned the room but didn't see Ricky, I checked the other rooms downstairs before making my way upstairs, to the nursery. The door was open and I leaned against the door frame as I watched Ricky hold John's tiny hand. A smile made its way onto my face involuntarily, my anger instantly melting away. I automatically regretted the things I had said and wanted to apologize.
Ricky seemed to sense my presence and glanced at me before leaning into the crib silently, placing a loving kiss on John's forehead. We silently made our way back downstairs, the air released of most of the tension. I walked into the kitchen and made my way over to the sink. "I'm sorry." I whispered as I leaned against the kitchen counter.
"Me too." He said, stuffing his hands into his jean pockets. "There is no excuse for being late. I told you I'd pick him up at five and I should have." He added.
"You could have at least called if you knew you were going to be late, Ricky. But, I shouldn't have said the things I did. So, am I forgiven?" I asked hopefully. He smiled.
"Only if I'm forgiven." He replied. I nodded my head and smiled. "Your forgiven." I said playfully punching his arm.
He smiled and pulled me into a friendly hug. "Good. So can I pick John up tomorrow morning?" He asked, making me roll my eyes.
"You know your always welcome to take him. He is your son. Just try and refrain from having Adrian over when you have him, please." I said seriously. I hated the thought of Adrian playing house with my son. He nodded his head.
"We've already been over this, but I will try." He replied tiredly. I breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't a definite but it was as close as I was going to get.
"Thank you." I said sincerely. "I'm going to finish up my homework and then head to bed. I'll see you tomorrow." I said, walking him to the kitchen door.
"Alright. Good night, Amy." He replied before he left.
I shut the door quietly, not wanting to wake John up. I grabbed my book bag and baby monitor off the kitchen table before making my way into the living room. I sat down on the couch and opened up my history book. I had to reread the first line about thirty times before I even understood what it was talking about. I had other things on my mind. For one I needed to figure out what to do about my relationship with Ben, our relationship was hanging in the balance. At times it felt like there was no possible way to stay in a relationship with him, but then there where times that I couldn't even see myself without him.
Then there was Ricky. The self proclaimed bad boy, and father of my son. At times I wanted to strangle him; like today for example. But then there where times that I wanted to make-out with him. It was all very confusing. I knew I had some unresolved feelings for him because every-time I see him with Adrian I get unspeakably jealous. Sometimes I even managed to make myself believe that he had feelings for me too, but then reality would settle in when I saw him making out with Adrian, and I knew he would never want to be with a girl like me. I hated that I was so attracted to him, he was the 'bad boy' and I was the 'good girl'. No matter how much I wanted too, I knew I would never be able to change his bad boy ways. But, I saw the challenge and I almost felt compelled to rise up and tackle it, head on.
