I'm the Bad Boy's Princesa

The Pool

"In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps."
‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭16:9 NIV

🍰Serena's POV🍰

Looking at my best friend, I smile. I am sincerely glad that they made up because seeing her cry, it hurt. Ever since I've known her, I didn't think that I'd see her cry so soon.

"So what are you guys planning to do for the rest of the day? I don't want you just lazing around or I'll have to send you all to school." My mom threatens and we all have wide eyes while desperately shaking our heads.

"Okay, then. Decide what you're going to do. Watching movies does not count, nor does sleeping." We all slouch our shoulders.

"I have a pool behind my house." Becca suggests.

We all look at each other and shrug.

"Oh just make up your mind!" My mom says loudly.

We all jump and look at her, shocked.

"What?" She asks, "I'm a really impatient person. Sorry, not sorry."

"True." I mutter.

We all agree to the pool and everyone leaves.

"Are you going to be comfortable?" She asks.

"I don't know yet." I sigh, "But I'm going to try. I can't keep hiding inside my own shell."

She gives me a proud smile and says," I'm proud of you. But don't do anything you're not ready for, no matter how much they'll try to persuade you."

"I know." She kisses my head before walking away.

I walk to my room and look through my closet. I finally find a one-piece aqua swimsuit. It has a tiny skirt at the hips and has beading along the top of it.

I change into it and put a white covering over myself. I grab a small bag to put an extra outfit and other body essentials inside. Once I've got everything I think I would need, I walk out of my room to my mom's room. There I find her looking at my old baby albums.

As she sniffles, I become concerned. "Mom, what's wrong?"

"I just remember you being so little. You were so innocent and precious, now you've grown into such a proud and beautiful woman... I-I miss hearing your babbling baby voice. And you had so much hair for such a young infant." She laughs while tiny sobs slip out.

I sit next to her and drape an arm around her shoulder, "I'm sorry for growing up."

"It's okay. Everyone grows up, I'm just glad that I cherished your childhood so much. So when you have kids, make sure to spend as much time as you can with them. Time flys by faster than we realize."

"Mom, I'm not going to have kids for a while."

"That's good to here. No offense, but I don't need any teen pregnancy in my household. You're not ready, mentally nor physically, even if you are 'old enough' to. Please don't get pregnant too soon."

"I won't."

"Good, but if Jacob tries something then I swear to God Almighty he will pay dearly." She clenches her fist, probably despising the idea of me being pregnant so young.