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Chapter 3: You Can't Always Get What You Want

Tara's POV

*Beep. Beep. Beep. BEEPBEEPBEEP!*

I groggily smacked my hand over the alarm clock to make the obnoxious sound disappear, and took a deep breath in. Tuesday. It's that one day of the week that upsets you because you realize it's only the second day of the week, and it feels like you have a million years left until the weekend. And let me tell you something…I couldn't care less. The one boy that I've liked since…who knows how long, is noticing me. My best friend is as friendly as ever. And I still have an enemy, which hopefully one day will come to her senses, and be my lawfully wedded frenemy.

I swung my legs out from under the covers, and immediately back in again as I felt the cold air come rushing over me. This was going to be difficult.

I took a shower, got dressed, curled my hair and made it downstairs with ten minutes to spare. I sat down at the table and poured myself some Lucky Charms. I really hate that they put cereal in my marshmallows. "Come downstairs and eat your breakfast! You're a growing boy! A granola bar every morning will do you nothing! Eat some toast! Or…some muscle milk! Or whatever you kids eat these days!" My mom yelled to my brother who was upstairs, no doubtingly putting an unhealthy amount of gel in his hair.

"So, Tarakins," My stepdad said as he sat down with the daily paper, "How's school been for you? Audrey doing okay? Any boys I should know about? I mean, I gotta stay hip and happening with the kids. Am I right?" He said, grinning proudly.

"No, Rob. No boys, you can put your gun away." I said, never looking directly into his eyes.

I was going to be late for the bus, so I grabbed my backpack and booked it to the bus stop. I waited a few minutes until I saw the flashing yellow lights of the embarrassingly hideous golden vehicle that I was supposed to take pride in riding.

As we pulled up to the school, Gavin was walking right past our bus. Sneakily and slyly, I sunk down into my seat, making sure to cover my face so he didn't see me. When I was sure he was out of sight, I ran off the bus and into the school. I got to my locker just in time to hear the bell ring to get to class.

My first three periods went by in a flash. Math was never a problem for me, nor was choir or gym. So time flies by when you know what you're doing.

I walked into sixth period biology, expecting yet another lesson on DNA, and how it's called Deoxyribonucleic Acid. Who cares? They always say, 'Pay attention now, because you'll use this in the future.' Really? In what job teacher? In what job will I ever use this?

Anyways, when I got inside, everybody was in a different seating arrangement than usual. I took an empty seat and looked to the front, careful not to draw attention to myself.

"You all may have noticed I have changed where you sit. This will not be your permanent seat, seeing as I'm about to give you a new seating chart. Everybody stand at the front of the classroom with your things, and I'll list off the table partners."

Mentally praying to God that I wouldn't be stuck with Stacy or one of her minions, I glanced around the classroom.

…"Parker, Cami." "Kyle, Abby." "Noah, Amanda." "And last but not least, Gavin and Tara. Now go to your assigned tables, take a seat, and look up front."

Panic. Panic. PANIC! He's my lap partner. He will be for the rest of the year. I think I may pee myself because I'm so excited! What are the odds? I get paired up with Gavin…boy of dreams. While Stacy, the teachers' pet, gets paired with one of the twins. How unfortunate… Maybe she'll learn to like them.

I slowly walked over to our table, sat silently down, and peeked over at him through my bangs. He was staring. SWEET MOTHER OF MARY! That's embarrassing. I shook it off, smiled sheepishly over at him, and then directed my attention towards the board where the teacher was.

"Today, and for the rest of the semester, I have a project for you all. The partners you have been paired up with are your partners for good. No exchanging. If you have troubles with them, I suggest you fix those now. Other than that, listen up."

"I have paired you all boy, girl, boy, girl for a reason. Because for the next two quarters, you two will be married. Biology is defined as the study of life, right? Well, you're going to have to learn about it sometime. So, how better than to be married with somebody, and have a child together?"

I gulped. I wasn't ready for this! I'd only had my first kiss! A child? My hips aren't baby-birthing hips yet! I need more time! The teacher pulled out a baby doll from behind his desk. I understood then.

"Each of you, will get a baby doll. I have customized each one to have a few of your traits in them, so no baby is alike. You either have the cutest baby in the world, or a baby that looks like a foot. These babies cry, they pee, they poop incredible amounts of surprisingly smelly artificial feces, and they drink. They have hair, so you have to bathe them. They get rashes, so you have to put baby powder on them. They come with diapers and a sippy cup, a cradle, and a car seat. Yes, wherever you go, your baby goes. You both will work together to make sure your baby is happy 24/7. Got it? I've already talked to your parents, so they understand that you'll be spending a lot of time together. Any questions? No? Class dismissed."

When we were walking out the door, the teacher passed us all our customized babies, and left us to marvel over how cute some were, and how…odd others were. I'm pretty positive one baby only had one ear.

I didn't get to see Gavin's intake on all of this, because I grabbed the baby and ran as soon as I could. I decided that I'd just take the kid tonight, and think about what's happening in my life right now. Because it sure isn't clear to me.

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