I know it's been a while since I last updated and it's kinda short, but I won't give up!

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Jeff came in later then ever, holding little Lacy awkwardly by the hand. (Why did the munchkin have to be so small?) The only one left in the study room was Britta.

"Oh! Look who decided to make his guest appearance," Britta remarked.

"Ha, ha, ha! Oh, Britta, you're so funny!" Jeff said sarcastically.

"I—oh, my goodness, who is this little girl?" she cooed, holding her hand out for the little girl to take.

"Lacy. Her name is Lacy."

"What, your past came and bit you in the ass?" asked Britta, referring to all his past girlfriends.

"Actually no, its Annie's past that came back to bite her."

"What?" Britta wasn't one to spread gossip, but Annie gossip was a different story.

"Okay, I'm not supposed to be telling this, but Annie didn't drop out of high school because she was on drugs. She dropped out because she got pregnant with Lacy over here." Jeff pointed his finger towards Lacy, who was playing with Britta's hair.

"Annie got knocked up!" Britta's head was tilted to the side.

"Yeah . . ."

"Holy cow! I can't believe this. Wow, little miss perfect got preggers."

"Yeah, yeah. Here's the bad part. Guess who's going to be 'daddy' for next day or two . . . or more."

"You?"

"Yeah. Annie is making me take care of her while she's in a custody battle of Lacy."

"Nice . . ."

"It's not nice. I have no clue about children. I mean, I don't even like them. I don't want them."

"They're not that bad."

"No, they really are."

"I don't think so. And if you need any help taking care of this adorable little girl, I'm here to help."

"Britta, if you could do that I would love you forever!"

"Really?" she asked, smiling.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Who is this?" said the dean's voice. Jeff cringed. That was the last person he wanted to see and talk to. "Is this the consequence of that night in the library?"

"What are you talking about?" asked Jeff.

"Oh, you know what I'm talking about."

Jeff and Britta stared at him. "I have no idea what you're talking about," said Britta.

"The hanky-panky thing that you had going on during paintball."

"How did you find out about that?" Britta questioned.

"Oh, the security tape caught it. It's now a sex tape. From what I heard, it's a hot seller on the black market," the dean said nonchalantly.

"How can you be so calm about this? I don't want to be Kim Kardashian!" Britta wailed. "I don't have a huge ass!"

"Oh, Britta, you shouldn't talk like that in front of the young children," said the dean.

"Yes, Britta," said Jeff. "We don't want Lacy to get any bad ideas, do we?"

Britta glared. "I suppose we don't want to get Lacy bad ideas." Jeff looked smug. "Jeff, you're such a jerk," she hissed as the dead walked away.

"Like I don't know that."

Her fist balled up. How could he be this way after she offered to help with Lacy?

"I'm going," she mumbles, sitting up.

"No! I need help with Lacy. She—hey! Where is she?" asked Jeff, looking around. "Oh, God, this can't be happening!"

Britta looked around too.

"She's not here," she stated.

"No kidding she's not here. Where the hell is she?"

"I'm not the one in charge of," and Britta left. "So go on and look for her."

"Thanks a lot," Jeff sarcastically called after her. "Now, if I were Lacy . . . where would I be?"

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