Finding Yourself: Book Two

Chapter Eight: Preggosaurus Rex

What if I was Klara 2.0?

Devin decided that, if Sam was going to be his boyfriend for a long extended period of time, he would at least go on a date with him. Devin didn't usually do dates unless he knew they would end with some kind of sexual activity afterward. However, he had a boyfriend now- as weird as that was for him to admit to himself. He barely knew Sam personality-wise and did not want to end up with another Klara. Plus, he figured their date would break down Sam's hard-to-get strategy. 

"Devin?" the bully heard as he was about to walk into his senior-level literature class. Literature had to be his favorite out of all the classes he had, so he was a little pissed to have someone keep him from entering.

Especially because he knew the person was Klara.

He turned to face her. She was- pink preggosaur shirt and all- leaning against the locker uncapping and recapping some chapstick. Just the sight of her made him sick.

"I haven't heard from you since the gossip spread," she crossed her arms and pouted like a child. "I was expecting the father to my baby would help me raise it, but instead you're laying around like it's no big deal."

"I don't want you in my life, Klara," Devin said lowly, "You're a psychopathic maniac."

"Excuse me?" She snapped, her eyes narrowed dangerously, "You're lucky I'm even letting you near my child."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Devin snapped back, fist clenching with his building rage.

"Well," Klara said slowly, patronizing Devin like a child, "Mothers usually win in a custody battle, and considering your track record in school? I doubt you could even get visitation rights. I could easily take this kid far away from you, and you know why I don't? Because I love you, Devin. I want you to be in my life forever."

Devin's patience broke, and if Klara was not a pregnant woman, Devin would have already sucker-punched her teeth right out of her skull. He marched up to her, and he was angry enough that it was hard to keep his cool. He could feel his pulse in his fists like the adrenaline during his anger was urging him to start a fight he wouldn't win

"Klara, the last person on earth I would want to live forever with is you," he said through his teeth, "I might be a playboy with anger issues and an easily triggered superiority complex but I can assure you that I'd be a better mother to that child than you could ever be. You're an idiot who thinks she can get whatever she wants just because she has a clean record and looks pretty. Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart. You might look pretty, but your personality is as ugly as Satan's ***hole."

Klara glared at him with pure hatred in her eyes. It didn't phase Devin- he had seen scarier people and things than a barbie doll dressed in a pink dinosaur shirt.

"If you think you could be a better parent to our child more than me," she said anger trembling in her voice, "Then prove it. Raise this baby with me." Devin shook his head. This woman was insane and way too desperate.

"No," Devin decided, "I think I'll raise it by myself. Once it sees how desperate and clingy its mother is, maybe it will choose me over you."

"It's funny," Klara smiled suddenly, but there was no genuine humor, "I remember when you came to this school dumb as a rock, just like all of the other men in this hellhole. Your motivation to become smarter, stronger- better- than everyone else is what made me attracted to you. I knew from then I would want to be your girl, the one that hung off your arm, hung off your trophies. Where did you learn those big words you use? Was it from the smarter girls you f**ked?"