What's this? Two updates in one week? This shit cray. Anyway, I'm going to try and update more often on the condition that I get my formerly usual ten reviews. Your ideas in reviews are great and I really appreciate them but I basically have the majority of this story written. However, I will be starting a new one soon and idea's would be fabulous. So yeah, anything you'd like to see in a new story, just let me know.

Alex

The day after Mitchie and I had sex we went to school together; I'd ended up falling asleep with her afterward and just not reawakening until the next morning.

During third period I received a note from the office runner saying that Ms. Munroe wanted to speak with me, which I found to be strange but thought nothing of it, so at break I stood outside her classroom door and knocked hard, rather than taking Mitchie for a cigarette I got Bethan to take her and made my way to see my favourite teacher.

"Alex, hey, come on in," She greeted me kindly, opening the door. I followed her inside sceptically and sat opposite her at her desk where she smiled kindly at me and sat down herself.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked her casually, not letting on that I was extremely curious as to why she called me to her classroom during my only break until lunch.

"I was just wondering what you're doing for Mitchie's birthday?" She asked as she closed a copy of Wuthering Heights and pushed it aside. My eyes bulged in my head at the mention of my girlfriend's birthday; she hadn't mentioned anything about it and I honestly had no clue when it was since she didn't have it marked on Facebook. "I assume she told you, didn't she?"

"No, she never said anything, when is it?" I asked calmly.

"November nineteenth, Friday next week." She informed me kindly. "She doesn't like a fuss so she doesn't tend to tell people but I just assumed she would have mentioned it to you…" She trailed off, clearly shocked that I didn't know.

"No, she never said anything… damn, I better get spending." I commented quickly, thinking in my brain how much money I'd have to buy her something amazing. Work that night, Thursday and Sunday afternoon meant a hundred and eight dollars, alongside work Tuesday and Thursday evening which would overall leave me with a hundred and eighty. The perfect idea popped in to my mind. "Would she be allowed to sleep over at my house on her birthday?" I asked hopefully. Birthday sex seemed like a good place to start.

Ms. Munroe looked as if she was considering it then shook her head, "Alex, honey, I would have trusted her and said yes a few months ago but after finding out that she has had sex I'd prefer it if she didn't, especially since I know that you have too. It's not that I don't like you or anything because I really do, it's just that I'd prefer for you to stay at ours where I know she's not stupid enough to do anything under my roof." She concluded eventually. I resisted the strong urge to laugh at her and nodded in agreement. "So, do you have any ideas about what you want to do for her? I'm going to take her for lunch during our school lunch-break which you're welcome to come to if you'd like." She told me, probably to prevent me from planning anything during lunch.

"I'll pass thanks, you should spend some mother-daughter time on your own with her, I'll probably just come over early and bring her presents round, take her for breakfast and dinner and throw her a party or something." I voiced my thoughts and considered how much it would cost. My dad loved Mitchie so he wouldn't mind closing the sub-shop to throw her a party if I begged him and promised to work for free the following week.

"That sounds lovely, what are you thinking of getting her?" She pressed, generally wanting to know, probably so we didn't double up on anything.

"I dunno, I'll have a look and let you know when I've found something."

"Okay, well I've got her VIP Paramore tickets and an eighteen necklace. I'm assuming it'll be you she'll give the extra ticket to." She told me informatively. I grinned at the thought of going to see Hayley Williams live with my girlfriend then meeting her as well.

"Great, well I'll do some thinking and let you know what I come up with," I told her as I began to get up.

"Alex, wait, I do need to speak to you about something else as well." I sat back down at this and looked at her intently, waiting for her to continue. "Now that I've got you on your own I'll give you the talk that Mitchie's father would be giving had he been here." She began, grimacing at the mention of Mitchie's dad whom before now I'd never heard anything about. I gulped audibly at that sentence, knowing exactly what was coming. "Mitchie is my baby, I don't care how old she is, she's my little girl, she's my only reasoning behind life. If anything were to happen to her I literally do not know what I would do… I know you're a good kid, Alex, and I appreciate that you make her happy. Don't mess that up, she's special, despite the way she is with all the rebellious things she does I know that she's a good kid too. She is everything to me, seeing her hurt at the hands of someone else hurt me probably more than it hurt her, do not hurt her. Honestly, this was not my first choice for her, I'd like nothing more than for her to tell me she wants to be with a guy but ultimately as long as she's happy I can cope with it. Alex, I'm warning you now; if you hurt my baby, I will not take it lightly. Please, don't." She threatened me firmly. I gulped loudly at the threat. Ms. Munroe wasn't scary in the slightest but every mother is scary about the topic of their babies. Honestly, I was just shocked about what she'd said about preferring for Mitchie to be with a guy, she seemed so accepting and cool with it.

"I will never hurt her intentionally, I want to be there to protect her, to help her, I want to always be there for her and more importantly, I want to fall in love with her which I'm beginning to do." I admitted quietly. I'd never really considered love to be an option for me until I met Mitchie.

"Good," She said, basically dismissing me with her single word. I went to stand again and once more she pulled me back. "Alex, I appreciate what you're doing for my little girl, I've never seen her so happy." She mumbled quietly. I smiled greatly, just glad that I was making Mitchie happy.

"I'm glad that I get to be the one to make her so happy." I told Ms. Munroe, genuineness lacing my words.

"You can go now, go and find your girlfriend and get that amazing smile on her face. I'll see you both eighth period."

I found Mitchie down at the smokers tree with my group of friends who were all involving her in their conversation, causing me to smile at my best friends' interaction with my girlfriend. Having your friends hate your girlfriend or vice versa could possibly be one of life's worst problems. At least, it definitely could be when you're seventeen.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" I asked as I got near enough to them. Mitchie turned around at the sound of my voice and grinned at me when she saw me, enveloping me into a soft embrace. I smiled and hugged her back before sneakily taking the half-smoked cigarette from her hand with a wink.

"Hey, bitch, that's mine!" She argued, trying to take it back. I took a long, tantalisingly slow drag on it to wind her up and she huffed angrily at me. "You're lucky you're cute." She mumbled as she took the cigarette that Bethan offered her kindly.

"You know I'm damn cute," I told her with a smirk, earning an eye roll from her.

Mitchie

When eighth period rolled around we were both inexplicably tired. We arrived at my mom's classroom early because we had a supply teacher for seventh. She was leaning over her computer, staring blankly at the screen with a slightly horrified look on her face.

"Hey, Mom," I greeted her as I pushed the door open and let us into her classroom. Alex loosened her grip on my waist and smiled at my mom as she led us to our seats which were apparently in the back left corner, the same as every other class that we were in together.

"Mitchie, what have I told you about calling me that in school? You have to call me Ms. Munroe." She reminded me with a stern look. I rolled my eyes and threw my purse on the floor next to me.

"What's up?" I asked, gesturing toward the computer screen that seemed to have shocked her slightly. She sighed loudly and closed whatever she was on.

"I just got an e-mail from the principal… I've been selected to teach a sex-ed class for the freshmen on Thursday." She told me as she wheeled her swivel chair over to her desk and crossed her legs, straightening out the papers in front of her.

"What's wrong with that?" I questioned confusedly. I mean, I knew my mom was very private and didn't make it even remotely obvious when she had sex but she had to do it.

"Mitch, I don't do… that kind of thing… it makes me really uncomfortable."

"Mom, everyone does it." I told her, trying to bite back a laugh at her denial.

"I don't…" She trailed off. "The last person that I… did those kinds of things with… was your father and he was the only one. We only did it a couple of times and I hardly know anything about any of it. I wouldn't even be able to tell you how to put a condom on a banana which I have to show them!" She exclaimed, pinching the bridge of her nose. I heard Alex giggling almost inaudibly next to me and harshly pressed down on her foot with my own to make her stop laughing at my mom's predicament. Stilettos are a bitch.

"Ow! The fuck was that for?!" She yelled at me, leaning down to rub her sore foot.

"Language." My mom muttered at Alex's outburst. "Mitch, I thought you knew that I didn't do anything like that, what, did you think the whole 'I'm innocent and don't know anything about the kind of things you do' thing was just an act?" She asked me as if it were out of the question.

"Kinda, yeah," I admitted, realising that she was genuinely serious. "Do you need my help with this?" I asked her awkwardly.

"Absolutely not!" She responded almost immediately. This time Alex couldn't control her laughter and she burst into a fit of giggles which didn't go unnoticed by my embarrassed mother. "Alex, go outside and compose yourself whilst I speak to Mitchie." She told her firmly, causing Alex to get up, kiss my cheek and walk out, still laughing quietly to herself. As soon as the door closed my mom got a dead serious look on her face.

"Sorry about her, she's a little inappropriate at times," I apologised on Alex's behalf. My mom sighed and scribbled something out on a piece of paper in front of her. "I can help you with your class if you want mom, I uhm… I obviously know more about this kind of thing than you do." I offered her sincerely. Her eyes widened and she shook her head violently.

"No way in heck is that happening, Mitchie. I don't need to know how much my underage daughter knows about sex. I'll just ask him to change it for me or if it comes to it I guess I'll have to do some research." She decided aloud. I shook my head and caught a glimpse of Alex breathing deeply outside the door in an attempt to subside her laughter.

"Or you could go out, get drunk and get laid." I mumbled, hoping she wouldn't catch it.

"Excuse me?" She asked, when I didn't answer she continued. "I do not need to go out and get drunk or have… intimate relations with anyone." She quickly defended. I raised a questioning eyebrow at her and she looked down, avoiding making eye contact with me. I could tell she was uncomfortable with the conversation but watching her squirm was rather amusing. "Mitch, I have no desire to do any of those things. I could tell you on one hand how many times I've done the second one and I've never been drunk before, that's why I struggled to accept and understand it when I found out what you're doing." She continued shyly. I laughed at that, almost as much as Alex was, earning a glare from my mom which caused me to stifle my laughter.

"Wait… you're being serious?" I asked her, purely shocked. I just thought she was quiet about what she did; I never thought it was genuine. "Wow." I breathed out, unable to form any other words from pure shock.

"I wasn't interested in breaking the law and doing things underage, smoking never appealed to me, drugs definitely didn't and I was pregnant on my twenty-first birthday so I couldn't drink even if I had wanted to, after you were born I was always busy with you or college and eventually I just lost any interest in trying alcohol. Your father wasn't a nice guy but he had a way of getting me to go into the bedroom with him, otherwise I would never have had you and I probably would never have done anything like that, I'm just not interested in it." She admitted proudly, I knew her parents were strict on her but I never really expected that. My father had been mentioned in this conversation more than any other conversation that we'd ever had so I decided to take a leap.

"Mom, why don't we ever talk about him? I don't even know his name, all I know is that he wasn't a nice guy… can we talk about him? I've always wondered why I don't have one." Her head quickly snapped up at this and she got a sort of… distant look in her eye.

"You don't need a father, you have me." She told me, clearly offended that she thought I wanted more.

"I know that and I love you more than anyone in the world but I'd like to know where I come from, why you're not still together… that kind of thing." I explained, finally voicing around fifteen years' worth of thoughts.

"It's hard for me… can we have this discussion later? I will tell you everything you want to know but after it I won't be fit to teach a class because it winds me up, so I'll tell you when you get home from work tonight, okay?" She offered tiredly. I nodded in agreement just as Alex walked back in.

"Sorry Miss, I didn't mean to offend you." She apologised as soon as she'd closed the door behind her and made her way back to her seat.

"It's fine, Alex," She replied, noticing a few pupils queuing up outside the classroom door. "Come on in guys!" She called loudly, prompting the class to begin entering ready for the lesson ahead.