Miss Jackson {b.u.}

{38}

No show. I should have figured that out when he didn't answer my call. I walked out of the doctors office and into the parking lot. I sat in my car. Staring at the ultrasound. I made sure to text Alex, Jada, Kimberly, and Lottie the gender and they all insisted we go out to the club and celebrate. Everyone promised no drinking so I didn't feel left out, but I didn't really care. Clover and Daphne were staying with my mom. Alex insisted driving everyone to Vegas for the night. Brendon was in Vegas. He could have made it.

I walked into my house, quickly going upstairs and changing into black skinny jeans and a dark blue tank-top with a black leather jacket. I let my hair down and put on a subtle 'dark' makeup look. I slipped black leather combat boots on grabbed my purse, hurrying downstairs, "ew, change right now, Jo."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "why? You look worse than I do, Alex."

"That's a fucking hate crime."

"You look like a third grade teacher."

Alex crossed her arms and I walked down the last few steps. Kimberly, Lottie and Jada walked in through the back door and we all hugged each other and Alex jingled her keys, "uhm, let's go."

We all hurried out of the house and I locked the door. I had a lot to think about during this car ride.

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We got to the club at about nine p.m.. It was good timing on Alex's part. We all jumped out of the car and ran into the club. When we entered, the music was blaring, lights were flashing and people were dancing. Kimberly interlocked her arm with mine and I smiled at her softly, "see?! This is so much better than Brendon not being here!"

I nodded my head and we walked to a booth. Sitting in it. I ordered water and everyone else ordered alcohol. I was the designated driver and I didn't care. Alex sat across from me with Jada and Lottie and Kimberly sat next to me, "I say—we get out on the dance floor and dance soon!" Alex yelled.

"No! Let's wait a little bit!" I yelled back so she could hear me.

Kimberly tapped my shoulder and pointed across the room. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned my head to the direction her finger was pointing at. Brendon was with another girl. His arm was around her and he was shielding her face. My heart dropped and I got up. Walking angrily over to him. I cleared my throat and my hands pushed outward, shoving Brendon a few times. I turned around and shoved the girl a few times. I gave Brendon a dirty look. I almost wanted to shove him again, "you're out drinking and touching other girls when you could've seen your son on a fucking ultrasound!" I yelled at him.

He sunk and rubbed his forehead. He was visibly angry and he cleared his throat, "not here, Joanne!"

"I can't believe you!"

"Not here."

I flicked his forehead and he put his hand over it and winced, "the fuck?!"

"How are you ever going to expect me to tr-"

I stopped talking when he grabbed my arm and I felt myself being dragged away. My eyes darted around and I saw the exit sign. Brendon swung the door open and we walked out. I pulled my arm out of his grip and I looked around. We were in an alleyway, just dimmed by the orange streetlight. I watched as he sort of lunged toward me and grabbed me face, kissing me. I melted and gave in, kissing him back. But, I pulled away quickly, "Sorry. I needed to get that out of my system."

I hesitated to speak and crossed my arms. He was inches from me, "well...I didn't hate it."

He chuckled softly and raised an eyebrow, "that's a first."