Never Make Fun Of The Fat Kid

That Girl is Like the Whore Version of Hannah Montana

NOT EDITED.

Chapter 30; That girl is like the whore version of Hannah Montana.

I had been happy that it was already friday, who the hell doesn't love friday's?

I would say my brother, Andrew, hates fridays. Mostly because his worst luck always happens on fridays. But hey, can he blame friday for not liking him? He is a jerk, and a douche, and is annoying, so I really think it's his fault why friday doesn't like him.

Wait, why am I talking about Andrew and friday?

Oh, yea. When we were driving to school, we gave Ruth a ride, and she ended up throwing up on him. She said she had eaten spoiled milk the night before and that that was probably why she had thrown up on Andrew.

Or so she thought I believed her. I mean, come on! Who believes that "Oh, I must've eaten something spoiled." Anymore? We're not seven for christs sake!

She's probably... Pregnant.

I shook my head.

No, please don't let it be another baby. Please, don't let it be another baby. I am really going to feel bad for both of Ruth and Andrew, especially Ruth because Andrew was the one who got her preggo. But seriously, I am going to feel bad for them because they're going to have to take care of a dumb baby rather than be studying in College.

How sad is that?

Wouldn't Ruth tell me if she was knocked up? She is my bestfriend so she has to tell me everything just like I tell her everything. But, she didn't tell me anything about Andrew so how would she tell if she was, pregnant?

Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe she did drink spoiled milk and that was it.

I gasped as two hands wrapped around my body and slightly lifted me off the floor.

"Daniel! Don't do that again, you scared me!" I complained as I touched the spots he used in my stomach to lift me off, which in fact hurt like shit.

"I'll pick you up at seven." He simply says, and I stare at him like he's crazy.

"What for?" My tone is moody.

"You'll see."

"I hate you!"

"No you don't."

I was a bit afraid he might've said something like this; "No you dont, you love me." But luckily, with god always being by my side, he didn't.

"Okay, I don't!"

"Good. Now hurry. You better not be late for class." He jokes, and I flash him a smile.

••Daniel's POV••

I stared at her as she left slowly taking smaller to bigger steps.

These last two days had been good. No drama, and there's nothing else more that I love other than no drama.

Even though this whole Tiffany pregnant thing was still getting on my god damn nerves. She complained to everybody about how much her back hurted, or how she needed a foot massage. That girl is like the fucking whore version of Hannah Montana.

Whoever the father is, made a huge mistake by getting her pregnant.

I kind of tried to get that thought out my head. I COULD be the father. So I won't be a hypocrite.

"Daniel, can I talk to you?" Speaking of the devil, there she goes with her sweet high pitched voice.

"I'm gonna' be late for class." I come up with an excuse so I don't have to talk to her.