Aiden & Harlow (Wattpad version)

The project is going well

Aiden

After the first week, I jotted down notes about my perspective. My baby momma enjoys giving me hell. She's snippy, cranky, and moody. Why the fuck would someone knocked up a chick? Then you deal with this bullshit.

The second week wasn't any better. Oh, and it's getting better. The teacher altered the assignment. We had to spend weeks together to understand the concept of parenthood fully. Does a jerking motion.

Harlow and I sat at my kitchen table arguing about her fake pregnancy. Dad and Mom watched us from the couch.

"I need to see the doctor."

"Why?"

"Because I need a check-up and prenatal vitamins."

"You're a week pregnant. Most chicks don't even know they're pregnant until they're puking."

"I'm trying to make sure the baby develops like the book." Harlow tapped a page in her pregnancy book.

"You see a doctor at two months. It's only been a month."

"There's no rule that I can't be proactive."

"There is when you're a nutcase."

Harlow squinted her eyes. "How did you manage to impregnate me?"

"I was drunk."

"You suck as a father."

"No, you suck and swallow. I told you to blow me. But no, you had to hop on my dick."

"You're disgusting."

"And you're a prude."

Harlow glared at me as I smirked. Yeah, parenthood was going well. Then Harlow packed up her stuff.

"Where are you going?"

"Home. I have homework in other classes. Plus, I have an art project to submit for art school."

"What?"

Harlow stopped. "The art school I applied to has a deadline to submit our work. If they like it, I'll get to attend."

"I didn't know you drew."

"I sketch. It's no big deal." Harlow finished packing up and left.

I got up from the table, walked into the living room, and plopped in a chair.

"Problems?" Dad asked.

I shook my head. Why didn't I know Harlow sketched? I grew up with her.

"It seems Harlow has aspirations," Mom said.

"Yeah." I got up and went up to my bedroom.

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Jag

Watching Aiden with Harlow, something told me there was more to his behavior than he revealed. Aiden was like me. He needs someone who he wants to fight for and not a hoe.

"What do you think?"

"I think about many things."

"Jag."

"Fine." I groaned. "There's more to Aiden's behavior than he's saying."

"I don't understand what issue he has with Harlow. She's a sweet girl."

"Because Aiden won't admit what's in front of him."

Krista arched a brow.

"Sometimes, a bad boy needs a good girl."

Krista giggled as I shrugged.

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Harlow

I came home and set my bag down. Dad came out of the kitchen.