Hey party people. Angie here! I've had this story idea for a while now and since I am trying to find ways to NOT get a job I decided to start it. I hope you like it.

-cindyx3: hey guys, new story...hope yu like it...angiee wrote this awesome chapter.
I glanced at the desk clock perched next to my flat screen computer monitor, 9:32 p.m. I rolled my chair back and stretched my arms and legs, letting out a cleansing yell.

"Another intentional late night at Moutain High School, ain't it?" I said to no one in particular. Sighing, I lent over and grabbed the next stack of english essays.

"Knock, knock," my best friend, Jason, said as he opened my classroon door.

"Hey Jase," I said, not looking up from the assingment infront of me. "How were your classes today. Did that Timothy kid give you crap again today?"

"Great. Of course, it's Tim. And last but not least, I brought you dinner," Jason answered pushing a bag of greased drenched food.

"See Jase, this is why you're my best friend. You love me so much you would actually let me eat that heart attack on a bun," I said pushing the food back.

Jason responded by pushing it back towards be again. "Mitchie. Have you seen yourself lately. You've lost a lot of weight since the divorce with that ingrate. You can't possibly be healthy,"

"Jason, I'm perfectly fine. I looked and feel better than I have in years, especially without Ryan. Pfft, like I need him," I said trying to get out of eating the food.

"Please, do it for me. Your bestest friend in the world," Jason pouted. And let me tell you, his pout could win him a murder trial.

"Fine," I caved. "But only because you want me too. And because I forgot my dinner at the house,"

"Yeah sure. So where are AnnaSophia and Alex. They are usually fighting each other off at this time," Jason asked as he munched on a few fries.

"It's the second weekend of the month, they are with their father. And they are also spending spring break with him," I bit in to the hamburger before continuing. "Can you believe that? I don't know why they would want to go. But they insist on spending time with their father. So what if he's got a pool and a game room. He also has that new skank that he calls a wife,"

Jason laughed at my rants and sat on my desk. "Mitchie, first of all: He's their dad, let them spend time with him. You get the weekends to yourself. And as for the trophy wife: I don't care if her ID says she is 28, she is way past 30 and she's got the wrinkles to prove it. Look at your self. You are 33 and not a single wrinkle."

"Jason, never say your wrinkle analogy outloud. It makes you sound queer and I'm pretty sure that Ella would be quite devastated to find out that her husband is gay," I smirked and tried not to laugh at Jason's facial expressions.

Jason got up off my desk and began attacking my hair and messing it up. "Take it back Michelle, take it back."

"Never," I shouted.

"Say it!" Jason demanded.

"Stop it," I pleaded between giggles.

"What are the magic words?" Jason teased, stopping momentarily.

"I'm not saying. This isn't high school, we are adults now," I said firmly.

"Suit yourself," Jason began a furious noogie. And my the pain I was feeling on my head I'm gussing this man's goal was to tear off my scalp.

"Fine, fine, fine. I'll say it," I gave in.

"Well you lasted longer than last time. Now say it," he ordered.

"Jason's a stud. Happy?"

"Ecstatic," Jason said with a cheeky grin. Jason looked at his watch and then looked back at me. "I gotta go. I promised Ella I would be home by ten and I'm already running late."

I nodded. "Ok well I'll see you later,"

Jason walked towards the door before turning around. "Oh right. Ella wants you to come for dinner tomorrow night,"

"Sure I'll stop by. Should I bring anything?" I asked.

"Nah, Ella's got it covered," Jason said.

"Ok then,"

"See you tomorrow Mitch," Jason bid a quick farewell.

"Bye bestest friend," I yelled.

Jason stuck his head back into the room and stuck his tounge out. "Real mature," I laughed.

"I am mature," Jason pouted.

"Leave," I pointed.

Jason laughed and finally left, slamming the door in the process. I winced at the noise before resuming my position in my chair.

"I guess it's just you and me now, huh?" I asked my hamburger. And do you know what it did? The top bun slid off. "Ugh, Mitchie, your pathetic," I said to myself. If it weren't for my job, my kids, Jason and Ella I would probably be a hermit by now.

I'm not gonna lie. Since the divorce was finalized about a year ago, I became miserable. Some people say it's my own fault since I filed for it and everything. But Ryan was a bastard. He gloated about everything he bought. But what everyone doesn't know is that his dad bought him everything. He's such a daddy's boy. But anyways, after the divorce he got to keeps the kids every other weekend. Once that rule was instated I began to stay late at work when they were away. Why? Because the only other alternative was to go home to an empty house. Who wants that?

People are always telling me 'Get back in to the game' Well to tell you the truth, the love department has never been my area of expertise. And seeing as I am divorced you obviously already knew that. Besides who needs a man? I don't. I am a single, independent mother of fraternal twins.

My mental rants were inturrupted by the ringing coming from my phone. I power walked to the closet in the back of my room. I opened the door and began rummaging through my purse. Once I located the piece of technology I set my eyes on the caller ID: AnnaSophia. I opened my phone and began to talk into it.

"Hey Anna. Is something wrong? Do you need me to pick you up? Anna? Answer me," I raced.

"Michelle," came from a familiar man's voice.

Ingrate.

"Hello Ryan," I said curtly.

"Hey, how are you? Are you doing well because-"

"Get to the point here," I cut my ex husband off.

"Sheesh, you're even bitchier than I remember," he spat.

Now usually I would have a smart alec comment but I already knew that I was going to be wasting my time.

"What do you want?" I snapped back.

"I'm going to Cabo-"

"What about the kids," I inturrupted.

"Well if you had let me finish you would know, now wouldn't you? I want to take them to Cabo with me for the break. I just bought a beach house," he bragged.

"Don't you mean your Dad bought a beach house?" I said trying to deflate his too-large ego.

"No. I bought it Michelle. I don't make a teacher's salary," he said. Pfft. That's the weakest comeback I have ever heard.

"Yeah, I'm sure." I rolled my eyes. "Say what you want daddy's boy,"

"Can I take them or not?" he snapped.

"Knock yourself out,"

Literally.

"Good because I ordered for the private jet to get stocked and ready," he said.

"Showoff," I muttered.

"What was that?" Ryan asked.

"Nothing," I lied.

"So what are you up to these days?" he said trying to start a conversation.

"Are you done?" I rushed him when I couldn't find a believeable excues to get off the phone. What was I supposed tell him? I have a stack of 10th graders english essays to read and grade. Pfft. No.

"Now Mitchie, you should come with us. Loosen up a bit, ya know"

"I barely want my kids within 10 feet of you. What makes you think I want to be within 100 feet?" I asked.

"Touchy, touchy," he teased.

"Piss off jackass," I slapped my phone shut and shoved it back into the closet. "Asshole,"

And that's why I filed for divorce.

I sat at my desk and let out a yawn. "Well Mitchie," I said to myself. "Time to go home,"

I cleaned off my desk and grabbed my things before locking the door and walking out of the building and to the parking lot. I got to my car and started to look for my keys.

"Where are you? I know you're in here," I emptied the contents onto the hood of my car. "Aha, I found you," I said holding my keys to my face. I unlocked the door and threw in my purse before settling inside the car. I turned on the ignition and drove the half hour commute to my house.

I pulled in to the driveway and turned off the car and just sat there. After of few minutes I got out of my car and walked to the front step. I closed the door after me, placed my keys in the awaiting holder and threw my coat and purse on the couch. I entered my bedroom, changed into some sweats and wiped off my make up. I walked to the freezer and grabbed the pint of cookies and cream ice cream and grabbed the remote before plopping down on the couch and searching through the DVR menu looking for the episodes of LOST that were recorded earlier that night.

"So this is what has become of me," I said outloud, "I'm divorced. A single mother. I have no love life. And to top it all off, I am talking to myself. Great, just great."

-cindyx3: wow, mitchie's life is pretty suckyy right now, will someone EVER make it better?? -wink wink- plz check out my other story: I Will ALWAYS Loathe You and Angie's too! AFTER you review!! sorry angie, shameless advertizing...xD

So what do you guys think? Review maybe? Also, I am introducing my wonderul co-writer xoxJemi4ever94xox! She's awesome. So yahh. Oh yahh, I changed my pename. I used to be KevinJonasIsLovex3 but now I am angeliina. Hopefully that doesn't confuse anyone. Oh bee tee dubs: I have a few With The Gray oneshots that are soon to be finished. :D

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