Married or Not, You Don't Own Me

Chapter 3: Pasta For Lunch

Ames P.O.V

Practice just finished and I can't seem to do anything right. Coach was beginning to have doubts about me. The boys thought that there was something wrong with me. This is all because of that bitch. She gets on my nerves and she nearly broke my nose.

"Yo, you alright man?" Mathew asked sitting next to me.

"Nothing man, I'm just not feeling it today" he nodded his head but he had that look of curiosity.

"Wait, did you finally knock up someone?"

"What? No"

"Okay okay, just checking man. For a minute there, I thought I was gonna be an uncle or something"

"Dude, just shut up" the last thing I need is a baby in my life. That's why I always use protection.

"Ok, well I'm gonna hit the showers." I just sat there with my head in my hands. The boy's locker room was just a reminder of the argument we had earlier. It was lucky that no one saw how she threw me with an apple. That would've ruined my reputation in the school with the ladies.

She's going to pay for what she did to me. If she wants to mess with me then she's gonna get it. Mia Jacobsen, you've just declared war.

Mia's P.O.V

When I got home, I could hear Rachael and her so called friends gossiping in the living room area. Apparently, they think that they're the new housewives of Beverly Hills. My dad wasn't at home, as usual. He probably doesn't care about me anymore. I walked up to my room and dropped dead on my bed.

Ally texted to make sure if I got home safely, at least someone cares. I lay on my side looking at my mother's photo on the side table of the bed.

"Mia?" I sat up at the sound of Rachael's voice at my bedroom door. "Mia?"

"What?" I didn't want to open my door so I just called out to her from my bed.

"The Academy called and I know what happened. Are you alright?" Are you alright? Since when did she ever care? Fake as bitch.

"I'm fine, just leave me alone." She didn't reply after that. She's just pretending to care when she doesn't.

I felt so bored that I decided to go for a run. I didn't have anything better to do and I didn't want to stay at home with Rachael. I grabbed my hoody and my iPod, put on my knee high tights and went down stairs. On my way down the stairs, I overheard Rachael talking on the phone as I tied my hair in a ponytail.

"She's here; I just can't wait to get rid of her. Once she's married, she'll be gone and we'll have more money." She said happily without a care in the world. I wanted to punch that smile on her face but I didn't want to deal with her right now. Once I got out, our security guard at the gates wanted to know where I was going.