It's Complicated

That Bitch

I walked up to my front door feeling so happy. Until I remembered my mom is pregnant. Pregnant! She hasn't even been with this guy for a year and she's pregnant.

I twisted the knob slowly and opened the door slowly. I closed the door silently and tiptoed upstairs into my room. I closed my door shut and locked it. It was pitch black so I looked for the switch on my wall. My fingers flicked on the light.

My mom was sitting on my bed with her hands in her face crying. "Stella. I'm sorry. I'm a horrible mom." She looked up with her ice blue eyes. I sat beside her, "Mom no you aren't." I rubbed her back. "I'm sorry. I should be happy for you but this is a lot for me to take in."

"Yeah I know. I'm going to go to bed." She stood up. "Love you." I said as she walked out the door closing it behind her. I took my shoes off and cleaned myself up to go to bed. I crawled into bed wrapping myself with my blankets falling fast asleep.

It is Friday morning. I got up very slowly. My head was hurting really bad. I tossed the blankets off me and stood up on the cold wood floor. Slowly I walked towards my closet and grabbed a black tight crop top and some denim blue jeans with some rips.

I grabbed the clothes and walked in my bathroom getting dressed. Once I finished brushing my teeth, doing my makeup, and fixed my hair leaving it down, I grabbed my phone.

I tied the laces of my black high top converse and grabbed my bag. I walked out my room and waited to be taken to school. Matthew walked out dressed up for work. I got in the car and Matthew drove me to school. "You're failing your history class." Matthew broke the silence.

"Sooo." I rolled my eyes. "So you keep up with these horrible grades you aren't going to graduate." He raised his voice at me! "Excuse you but you're not the one stressing over so many things!" I yelled. "Like what! Dylan! A boy is what you're focusing on when you should focus on school." He yelled with his eyes on the road.

"Dylan? Who cares about Dylan right now! I miss my dad okay! I miss the happy days when my mom and dad were together you know when I was happy and cared." My voice lowered towards the end. "Stella-" Matthew reached out. "No just leave me alone." Avoiding eye contact I looked out the window.

He dropped me off at school and I walked off and walked through the halls. "Hey Stella. You okay?" Ellery popped around from the corner. "Yea a little." I shrugged my shoulders. "It's okay." She came and hugged me. She left and I waited for class to start.

I walked in class then walked between the narrow rows so I can sit down. I planted myself in my seat, I digged through multiple binders to find the right one for this class. Dylan walked in making my heart beat crazy.

'Play it cool Stella'

I was ready for him to say something but he just sat in his seat. No hello? Okay he's probably tired, or ignoring me. "Class finish your essays they are due tomorrow so I'm giving you the whole period to work on it." Mr. Carol said and I pulled out my incompleted essay with words that I don't even understand or know how to pronounce it.

I looked over to my right seeing Dylan with his paper halfway done. My eyes traveled back to my paper that had only a couple of sentences. "Stella I need to talk to you in private outside the classroom." Mr. Carol said over my shoulder. Dylan picked his head up and looked at me as I walked out the classroom.

I followed Mr.Carol outside the classroom. "So I met with Matthew yesterday-" I cut him off. "Umm what's the whole point of a parent conference? Matthew isn't going to convince me in any way or form." I leaned up against the wall. "Stella I want you to graduate so I want you to pass my class so you can get the credits."