Unfit to be a mother

Unfit to be a Mother: 3

Chapter 3

            “Have you decided yet?” I asked Dylan. It was lunch time and at that point everybody had heard about the restroom fiasco. Eileen was pissed at Dylan, Dylan was pissed at me, and I was pissed at the world.

            As soon as I had walked into the cafeteria I had headed toward the table I usually sat at with Chloe. Key word: usually. She met me half way.

            “Hey, I can’t sit with you today. Eileen is talking about you a lot. She keeps calling you a lot of bad things.”

            Oh, my stupid friend. “And that means I can’t sit with you? You’re talking to me right now.”

            “I know, but I’m sitting with Eileen and I don’t want her to be uncomfortable.”

            “I’m the one that’s pregnant. Shouldn’t you be worried about me being uncomfortable?” I rolled my eyes and stepped back. “You know what? Never mind, I’ll just go sit with someone else.” I spotted Liam in the corner with his nose in a book. I held back a grin. Liam was pretty damn funny and he was a lot smarter than Chloe.

            “M’kay, have fun.” She skipped back to the table where Eileen was pretending to cry.

            I jumped into the lunch line, cutting in front of more than half of the people. They were too wrapped up in their own conversations to care. When I got my lunch of mystery meat on a lump of ‘mashed potatoes,’ I walked toward Liam’s table. He was alone. As soon as I sat down, he jerked his head up. “Hello, Liam.”

            “Jenna? Why the hell are you sitting with me?”

            “Chloe needs to make sure Eileen is coping alright.”

            “What the fuck? Isn’t she supposed to be your best friend?”

            I laughed, “Yeah, but consoling the popular girl is way more important than the pregnant girl.”

            He shook his head, “You girls have some fucked up logic.”

            “Thanks, we work hard to make it impossible to understand.” I stabbed the mound of potatoes with a fork. “Eh, this is nasty.”

            “Want the other half of my sandwich?” Liam offered.

            “What kind?” I asked, peering at the sandwich

            “Ham and Swiss,” he answered.

            “Okay,” I took the wedge he held up. “Thanks, I hope you know you’re too damn nice for your own good.”

            “I know, but I figured I might as well be normal and play with fire.”

            I laughed, ignoring Dylan as he sat down beside me. Liam looked scared. Dylan spared a quick glance for Liam before looking back at me.

            “Why aren’t you sitting with Chloe?” He demanded.

            I glared at him and answered, “She doesn’t want me to ruin her reputation.”

            “Then why the hell are you sitting all the way over here?”

            “I’m sitting with Liam.”

            “Who’s Liam?”

            “That’d be me,” Liam extended his hand for a hand shake.