The Bad And Infuriating 2 ✅ 2015-2016

o1. Frats and Brats

The summer is over and I need to start getting ready for school. Tom is off to Yale. I am going to call him. After calling him twice, I give up. After waiting for ten seconds, I call him once more. He picks up. I am a little surprised by this. "Hello? Who is this? Oh. Wait. - hey dudes can you shut the fuck up? I am on the phone - What I was saying was, who is this?"

Girls are talking on the background. "Hi Tom. How is Jeremy? I miss him. His phone is broken, so I can't contact him."

"Oh. Hi Mia. How are you? When will school start? Can I see you? I miss you.. and Jamey is fine."

Did he really just sound annoyed?

I hang up the phone.

Tom Ronalds (NOT your lover)

Why'd hang up on me? R U mad? R U on UR period?

Tom

Mia Vegora

I am NOT on my period. And yes I am mad at you. You haven't spoken to me till today. Don't trying to be mean but.. that's really an asshole thing to do.. considering the fact that I am pre..

Tom Ronalds (NOT your lover)

Considering the fact that you are what? Pre.. PREGNANT? BUT.. BUT.. WHAT??? YOU ARE NOT A VIRGIN ANYMORE???!!!!!
IM drivin to ur house right now

TOM

I am not pregnant. I wanted to say considering the fact that I am precisely your girlfriend for almost seven and a half months.

I start packing my bag, outfit, breakfast and my toothbrush, before I go down and make some scrambled eggs for dinner. I make myself a cup of tea.

I take my dinner with me to the living room and start my laptop. I decide to watch a horror movie. Sharknado. I scream when the sharknado sucks up multiple people. The bell rings. I think. Someone puts his or her arms around my shoulders. I scream even louder.

"God chillax babe, it is only me. For how long have you been pregnant?"

I don't actually hear his question so I answer: "almost seven and a half months. Why? Don't you remember?"

Tom sits next to me on the couch. "WHAT? ?? You are kidding me right? Mia?" I look him in the eye. He looks really panicked. "Mia? Who's the father? Ryan? Jeremy? Someone else? Mia? You have to tell me right now."

" I wanted to text you that 'considering the fact that I am precisely your girlfriend for almost seven and a half months' and that you sort of ignored me, you know."

Tom stands up. He's looking really angry. "My god Mia. I was so fucking, fuck, fucking fucking concerned. I thought you were raped. God fucking fuck fuck fuck."

I shrink into the couch. I have never seen him this angry before. "Tom. Go party. Go back to your fudging fraternity. Go away. Is it that weird that I wanted to see my boyfriend? I hardly complain, but you haven't spoken to me since the start of summer. That is sort of rude, don't you think?"

Tom pulls at the roots of his hair. Then he sighs. "No, it is not weird, and yes. That is very rude. I am sorry. I have been so damning busy. I am sorry. I really am. Sorry babes. Sorry. I am so so so sorry. Do not be afraid of me. I love you."

He pulls me to his chest. "I'll drive you to shool, tomorrow morning."

"But that means you will have to spend the night at your parents house, otherwise you will have to wake up really early. I know how much you hate waking up early. When do your lessons start? Around 8.30, right? You should be driving back to Yale right now. It is better if you go to your fraternity right now."