Baby Fat

twelve

"Your what?" Corrie stands there dumbfounded, mouth open, bat on the ground. He doesn't even hear the initial clattering of the bat, he barely hears the aftershock.

"Corrie, right?" the fiancée says, happily. She's totally obviously to the fact that Corrie has no fucking clue who she is.

She holds out her hand and Corrie, being the well mannered man he is, shakes it before pulling away.

"Okay, well. If you're going to have sex, do it in the basement, use protection, and don't get weird liquids on the couch." Corrie then stomps upstairs to his room, leaving his father and the fiancée he never bothered to get the name of behind.

It's 2:30 am. He has school tomorrow and he's not tired. It's a dilemma.

He looks at his iPhone, checking all recent likes on Instagram and Snapchats. The one person he hoped would pop up didn't.

Fucking Bradley.

Some may ask by Corrie and Bradley's close relationship, are they doing each other?

To be fucking clear, no. Corrie has no romantic feelings for Bradley, and vice versa. At least, Corrie thinks so.

If Corrie had to say anyone he had romantic feelings for, it'd be Devon. But who knows in a year.

Who the fuck even knows in a month?

Corrie sure as hell doesn't.

Because life is un-fucking-predictable, and his father just proved that.

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Corrie sulks into school. It's not his usual manner, but it's certainly not the usual day.

He woke up to the vomit worthy sounds of Ophelia's screams. They didn't even sound like she was having fun, but Corrie didn't bother to check on them. That was their business, not his.

Corrie's walking to homeroom when some fucking freshman pops up in front of him.

"Hi Corrie!" She's too fucking cheery for 7:30 am.

"Madison," he greets with an eye roll. A day later, he's still not a nice person.

He doesn't change.

People don't change.

"So," she's walking her two fingers up his chest. He almost gags. "I was thinking we could, ya know."

"Madison, first off, I don't think we can 'ya know' if you can't even say the word sex without acting like you're committing a crime." Corrie snaps. "Second, I don't fuck freshman; learned that one the hard way. Third, not interested. Find someone who'll give you the time of day before having sex with them."

He pushes her hand off his chest and walks away.

She scoffs and screams, "this isn't the last of Madison Morgan McJefferson."

Corrie almost laughs aloud. Just the fact that she had to announce her whole name shows how immature she is.

Rejection isn't anything to be ashamed of, he should know, but Corrie thinks the rejectee should at least keep their dignity.

Corrie goes to his first hour class and finds Devon isn't there, sitting in the seat he always sits in.

Corrie's not especially great at knowing Devon's location but he knows Devon's a total school nerd. He's too much of a goody two shoes to skip.

This one time, Corrie tried to convince Devon it was a good idea to skip. Halfway through the drive to the coffee shop, Devon cracked and started to have a minor panic attack.