Not Another Faker

Chapter Seventeen

   "A son? She's a mom?" "Yeah I thought she told you that, but I guess she figured you'd find out eventually. Which you did." "Who's the dad?" "Some guy that was a grade ahead of us. When he found out he got her pregnant he dropped out of school and fell off the face of the earth." "Wait three years? So she was a freshman?" "Yeah." I couldn't believe she hadn't told me this. She's a mother, she has a son.

The rest of the day felt heavy. I went up to Sawyer and talked to her in math. "What's his name?" "Aaron." "Aaron Logan. Has a good ring to it." "Yeah." "Sawyer you could've told me." "I was scared you would look at me differently, tell me I was a hoe or something." "I would never. This makes you a thousand times more awesome. You are strong and independent and on top of all of that you're raising a child. How did your parents react when you first told them?" "My dad was a little disappointed but my mom didn't care. She was ready to be a grandmother. It took my dad till Aaron was born to realize he wasn't a mistake." "Can I see a picture of him?" "Yeah." She pulls her phone out. Aaron is a blonde headed hazel eyed boy. "Definitely not a mistake."

    After school instead of going home, we go to Sawyers house. When we walk in a little boy comes running and jumps into Sawyers arms. "Mommy!" "Hey Bud, I have someone I want you to meet." He looks at me. "This is Julia. She's my best friend." "Hi Aaron." He puts his hands out for me to grab him. I pick him up from Sawyers arms. "Hi Julia." "He talks really well for his age." "That would be because of my mom. She was trying to get him to talk before he could walk." Aaron looked at me. It was hard to think that Sawyer had a kid. But it didn't make me look at her differently. Her dad walked into the living room where we were. "Hi you must be Julia." "Yes nice to meet you."

Sawyer, Aaron and I went to the park since neither of us wanted to stay home or go home. Aaron was having fun and so were Sawyer and I. That was until. "Careful girls, she has cancer rage." Gigi. Of course she is here. She is probably here scoping out her prey. "Gigi I'm really not in the mood." "Aw Sawyer is this your son?" She bent down to Aaron's height. "Hi Mistake I'm Gigi." "The only mistake here is you Gigi." "Says you cancer girl." "The only reason you act the way you do is because you were raised that way. Your parents didn't want you so they gave you everything you wanted in hopes that you would leave them alone. They hoped that if they gave you everything praying that they would just forget about you. My parents didn't have another kid because their first one is dying." I got close to her. "What's your parents excuse?"

"How dare you. The school will be hearing about this." "Hearing about what? That you came up to us and started harassing us? News flash Gigi there's cameras, everywhere. So why try to win a fight you've already lost?" She walks away. Aaron grabs my hand. "Who was that?" "The Wicked Witch, better run or she'll get you." I started chasing him around the park. The sun began to set and Sawyer drove me home. "Hey Julia?" "Yeah Aaron?" "Are you sick?" "Yes but trust me it's not contagious." He smiled and I got out of the car. I walked into my house but no one was there. My parents were gone, and the house was quite. For once I felt like I could just do whatever. With the choice of doing whatever I wanted, I screamed.

I just wanted to take all of my pain and anger out on a scream. So that's what I did. I screamed then ran up to my room. I check my phone and Blake had texted me. I ignored him. I wasn't in the mood to deal with Blake's happy go lucky mood right now. He never shares his emotions ever. I know he's in pain but I don't know how to help. I can't help him if he won't tell me what he feels. I thought that having a group of friends meant more honesty. But it seems like we never tell each other anything. I new that moving to a new school would be difficult, but the moving wasn't the thing that was difficult. For once in my life I had more than one friend. And I knew that these friends cared about me. Expect for maybe Seb. I don't think he cares about me.