Unfit to be a mother

Unfit to be a Mother: 13

Chapter 13

            I started laughing uncontrollably, trying not to snort milk out of my nose. “Seriously? That’s hilarious!”

            Liam and Dylan looked at one another. Stephen was lost in his mystery meat pizza. Liam spoke up, “Jenna, we’re completely serious. You’re on court.”

            “That’s impossible. A lot of people hate me. There’s no way in hell I am on court.” I laughed again. It was ridiculous. Someone had to be playing a prank. I was not the type of person that ever got on homecoming court. But there I was, six months pregnant with my best friend telling me I was expected to go to homecoming. It was a ridiculous assumption. Why would I go flaunt my pregnant-ness?

            Why in hell was I even voted for? I worked my hardest to be obnoxious, rude, loud and avoid that very situation. Being charming and punching a football player had been a bad move.

            “Jenna, a lot of people love you. They think you’re awesome. Some girls wouldn’t dare to go back to school if they were pregnant,” Dylan told me.

            “I think you’re awesome, lil’ momma,” Stephen chimed in.

            “Uh, thank. I just thought that the whole pregnancy thing would turn them off. God, these people are weird. I don’t know why I even come here anymore.” I rolled my eyes and rubbed my temples.

            I sighed and cupped my hand under my chin. The big house I lived in with my father was empty. At least, it felt empty. Jeremy was gone, back to college. Dad had tried to fill the empty space that month but he couldn’t deny that it just wasn’t the same without Jeremy there. To try and replace him, Dad adopted a dog that I had named D.O.G. He was a beautiful gray husky who loved to cuddle. He was like and oversized lapdog.

            “I’m not going to homecoming anyway.” I didn’t want to try and have fun when my belly jutted out in front of me dangerously and I couldn’t even shake my ass.

            “You have to,” Liam protested. “You’re on court.”

            “I’m not going.” I pushed away from the table and stood up. “Fey is a little more important than going to a dance.” I started to walk out of the cafeteria, only to have Eileen step in front of me. “What?” I groaned rudely.

            “You’re turning down a position on the court?” She squeaked.

            “Mouse, I don’t want to deal with your shit right now,” I shot back, trying to brush past her.

            “You are turning it down, aren’t you?”

            “Yes, I have more important things to worry about.” I placed a protective hand on my belly. It was an involuntary movement.

            She sneered at me, pulling her lips over her teeth. With her face scrunched up and her teeth bared, she looked like an actual mouse. I belted out a laugh. “Shut up, slut,” She spat. I continued to laugh. “You only won because of the guys. Maybe if you didn’t give every boy you meet a blow job then some other girl would’ve had a chance.”

            “Mouse, dear, there’s no need to be jealous that they come to me instead of you. There’s no shame in being bad at it.” I giggled and pinched her cheek. “You know what? I’ll let you take over. I’ll take care of my baby and you can continue to blow on dicks. Fair enough?” I stepped around her,, patting her head on my way by and flutter my fingers to the watching people of the cafeteria. “Sorry boys, poorer quality, but Momma has things to do.”