Rens-lover: Hey! Heres the next chappie!

POV. Rima

I looked over the papers dad and I were filling out for my new school. At least he was useful for something. I will enjoy getting away from him even if its only for a day. "Rima...I promise you coming here wasn't my idea. It was your mother's." he said. I only shrugged and continued filling out papers. He set his chin on his hand, propping his elbow on the table.

"I kinda figured that dad. What reason would you have to want anything to do with me?" I retorted. He flinched. I then felt a light tug on my jeans. I looked down, to see bright green eyes staring up at me. It was Peter. "Hey buddy. Whats up?" I asked. He clapped his hands and giggled. He reached towards the table and grabbed his pacifier. He put it in his mouth and snuggled against my chest. It didn't take him long to fall asleep.

"He really likes you. He never falls asleep on anyone except me or Ginger." dad stated. I grinned and stroked his soft black hair. He was so cute. Dad seemed content. I got up and took Peter to his crib. I love my little brother so much. I would do anything for him.

POV. Ren

I stapled the papers together while Rima placed Peter in his crib. I went into my son's room. He was already asleep as she tucked him in. I got the car keys, started the car, and waited for Rima. She came out in her school uniform and got into the passenger seat. "I remember your mom wearing that uniform when I met her. Her curly hair reached down to her waist." I said. Her beauty still stayed in my memories even though that was so many years ago.

"You and mom...were high school sweet hearts?" Rima asked. I nodded and smiled. She looked just like her mother. Her beauty matched her mother's. The way her hair fell down her back, the way she moved, even her scent. It was all identical to her mother.

"She was the most popular girl in school. I was the captain of the basketball team. We fell madly in love. I took her to prom. Two years later, we were married. Then nine months after we had you." I replied. I pulled into the school parking lot.

"So you and mom had a high school romance, got married, had me, you turned into a drunk asshole, you got divorced, then next thing I know i'm living with you." she sighed. She slumped down in her seat. I shut the car off and put the keys in my pocket. I straightened my leather jacket.

"Pretty much." I said, re-clipping the chains on my jacket. I got out of the car, whacking my knee on the car door. "OW OW OW! FUCK!" I yelped. I nursed my injured knee. Me and Rima went inside to turn in her papers. She stayed at least three feet ahead of me. I shoved my hands in my pockets and looked around. I need a cigarette. I whistled casually.

"So dad...did you graduate from here?" she asked. I nodded and smiled. I still remember graduation day.

"Yes I did. That was the happiest day of my school career." I replied. I then spotted my hand print on the wall. "Hey Rima! Here's my hand print!" I added. She came over to me and looked at it.

"So when I graduate, I will get to do this?" she asked. I nodded and gave her a thumbs up. She smiled. "I can't wait to put mine up here." she continued. I placed my hand on my mark.

POV. Rima

A few days had passed since I turned my papers in. I was trying to button up my shirt. Ginger helped me with it. "Well...off to school..." I said. She smiled and brushed my hair from my face.

"You will do awesome." dad reassured me. I smiled and nodded. He straightened out my skirt and shirt sleeves. I headed out the door and into the car. Dad lit a cigarette before he started the vehicle. It reeked and burned my throat. How can he stand that? I got out when we got to my school and headed inside. There was so many students. I saw a scarlet haired girl with two other girls. They looked at me curiously. I looked away, too nervous to make eye contact. I looked at my schedule. Health first hour. Great. I made my way to class and sat down at an empty desk. The teacher greeted me.

"You must be Rima Krawler." he said. I nodded. The teacher's smile faded. "Try not to make any trouble. You're father was a real trouble maker." he added. So...dad was a bad boy. No wonder mom fell for him. This is going to be a long day.