Boys will be boys
I run down stairs for breakfast and I'm shocked when I see dad standing in front of the fridge looking at the pictures of my baby. After dinner last night, mum had asked if she could put them on the fridge and I agreed. I had a sneaking suspicion that my mother was up to something, but I wasn't sure what, until now. She's trying to get dad onside. He smiles at the picture and then waves back at the baby. I can't help but laugh, and he jumps at the sound.
"Izzy! Don't sneak up on me like that!" He opens the fridge to get the milk out as though he didn't just get caught being all cute.
"Dad, I practically stomped down the stairs like an elephant. You're just getting deaf in your old age," I tease.
He grumbles and walks over to his coffee, I open the fridge and get out the orange juice.
"Cute pictures, hey Dad?" I dig as I get a glass out of the cupboard by his head.
"Hmmm." Is all he says before he makes his way to his chair in the family room.
I smile as I pour myself an OJ. I skull it down in five seconds flat, and then pour myself another one before putting the juice back in the fridge. It's my latest craving.
Once I've finished that glass I make my way back upstairs and squeeze into my uniform. I look like Pamela Anderson; if she were a brunette, pregnant sixteen year old. Sadly, today is too warm to hide my jugs with a jacket. I'm not the only one to notice the sudden overnight growth of my chest. My mother's eyes balk out of her head when she sees me in the foyer.
"I know right?"
"I'll order you a new uniform," is all she says, before ushering me out the door.
School is much nicer lately now that I'm no longer at the top of the gossip list. A couple of weeks ago one of the Brittany's got her period for the first time and had to wear a jacket tied around her waist for the rest of the day. Following that, one of the teachers got arrested for having an affair with a student, though not a student at our school, it was all people were talking about lately.
Today, however, people are staring, and I know it's because of my new assets. Angela has no qualms with pointing out the obvious about my chest and the new found attention I'm getting from the males around school. I tell her to stop staring and she says she can't help it.
We're walking to fourth period and laughing about what we could use my melons for, like holding the contents of my purse and playing whack-a-mole, when we hear the obvious sounds of a fight. I turn to see that Edward has a guy up against a locker with a hand around his throat and his other hand raised in a fist.
"That's the mother of my baby, you fucking asshole! Don't talk about her like that!"
His voice echoes down the hall and everyone stops to watch. The guy looks around, his eyeballs look like they're about to burst out of his head. He puts his arms up in surrender and Edward lets him go.
I am still trying to pick my jaw up off the ground when Edward picks up his bag and glances at me, his expression is still one of fury, but his eyes hold something else. He turns away from me and walks to class.
"Holy heck, that was hot," I hear from beside me.
I look over to see Angela, flushed and mouth agape. "Oh, man, I am a bad influence on you. We have to get you to the confessional, post haste!" I joke.
She shoulder bumps me and laughs. "It's not like I'm gonna go over there and … crap, never mind." She turns bright red.
"And get pregnant by him? Don't worry, I did it for you, I'm just that good a friend." I smile at her to put her at ease. I know she didn't mean to be hurtful.
"Sorry," she apologises, "but, seriously, did you not find that hot?" she asks as we start walking to class again.
"Hot? No. Weird? Yes," I muse.
Thankfully, Angela reads the situation well and drops the subject. Not the gossipers, though. They pick this one up and splatter it all over school. By the end of the day I've heard that I was the one that put the guy up against the wall, to which I say not unless he had the face of Edward would I have energy enough to put someone up against the wall. That Edward and I are an item, to which I stick my fingers down my throat in a mature fashion. That Edward is jealous and went on a rampage because Angela and I are lesbian lovers, to which I say, yes, this is true; she also got me pregnant.
When I get home I run into Alice's room and tell her what happened. I ask her what it could all mean, why would Edward stick up for me like that? She answers with silence. Like always. Remembering something, I rummage through her jewelry box and pull out the sparkly pendant necklace, then lay on her bed to inspect it.
"What did you ever see in him, Alice? If he's anything like Edward – and all indicators point to this being a high possibility – then he is just a stupid boy. A stupid boy who does strange, strange things," I muse.
Putting the necklace down I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. I type out a message and put in a number I deleted long ago, but still, somehow, the numbers were branded on my brain. I hit send before nerves make me chicken out.
'Your message Thank you has been sent' flashes up on my screen.
I sigh, put the necklace back and walk to my room, closing the door behind me. I'm about to get my homework out of my bag when I feel my phone vibrate. I pull it out and stare at the text message symbol. I take a deep breath and open it.
'U R welcome. U shld wear a bigger shirt.'
I roll my eyes and reply instantly. 'Roger that, Dad!' I realise that he could take that the wrong way and yell at my phone to stop sending, but it's already gone.
Fuck!
'I meant dad as a joke, as in you are acting like my dad not the other way' I quickly send. I'm instantly pissed off at myself. Why should I care how he feels? If he takes something I say the wrong way, then that's his problem. My phone vibrates again.
'I got what u meant'
I stare at it until I realise that my cheeks are hurting from smiling. I curse at my stupid hormones and get stuck into my homework.
Sweet Sassy malassy! The reviews have been phenomenal! You guys sure know how to make me smile! I hope you enjoy these chapters. Monday's is going to be long, and rather angsty, so wear your angst pants.