Cut me, Tackle me. (MAJOR EDITING)

Cut me, Tackle me.

Cutme, Tackle me.

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"Partners: Seth and Megan. Kate and Oliver. Drew and Tanya..." Mrs. Guzado listed off groups for our teen survival class. For the next three weeks we would have to be hip to hip with our partner with an electronic baby.

I scribbled on my note pad and waited to hear my name. Why did I sign up for this class again? Because I had no other skills besides singing and fashon and was just putting check marks on my paper without reading what I had chose for my future class. I was already in singing classes and had taken fashon every year and was tired of doing the same things over and over again, seeing as I didn't really care what I had gotten I had gotten stuck with probably the last class I would have ever joined.

"Cal and Erin..." I looked up and over at the tall broad jock that I had been assigned too. I wouldn't have been surprised if he already had kids so this shouldn't be oh so hard.

"So class, now that you have your partners get together and come get a baby. Then you guys shall start parenting." She smiled and went to stand behind her desk. Mrs. Guzado was a pretty woman. Big chest and wide hips with black hair and emerald green eyes framed with long lashes. She was short but liked to wear very high heels so I guess it worked for her.

I stood from my seat as did most of the class and moved myself and my things over to the empty seat next to him. He was an okay guy, not someone I really hung out with but I guess it wasn't going to kill me to be his partner for three weeks.

"I'll grab a baby," I said. I walked over to her desk. She had baby carriers aligned on the table with babys all sorts of skin tones and different eye and hair colors nested into the carriers. I grabbed one and it heald a cream colored baby with black hair and soft blue eyes. I checked in with Mrs. Guzado who gave me a set of two keys, for the control on the baby, a baby bag filled with supplies and then strode back over to the desk.

He leaned forward on his elbows with his arms crossed and he pulled the carrier so it was in front of him. He studied it for a minute and then leaned back in his chair. Cal was a good looking guy. He was a line backer on the school football team, jet black hair and bright blue eyes with a strong jaw and cleft chin. He was tall and broad with light skin and a deep voice. A heart throbb for all the girls and a well known popular guy.

Me, Erin Gingers, I'm an outcast. Small group of friends and proud of it. I had long mid back straigh black glossy hair that I had recently dyed the tips of red and had experemented with my scissors and had successfully layered it. I was skinny but had some curves, not as big as most of the girls in my school but I was happy with my little c boobies I guess whereas the other girls stuffed and went along buying bombshell bras. I was normal height, a little short, 5'4. I liked eye makeup, always a lot of eyeliner and mascarra and sometimes I liked to make designs on my eye lids or go with an elegant flare or something simple if I'm tired. I also liked skinny jeans, corsets (over my t-shirts) and band t-shirts, and the occasional hoodie. High top sneakers, or crazy high heels or boots were my favorite shoes that I was normaly caught in. I was labeled as... emo or gothic (even though nobody in my group of friends really cut or anything) I guess. But just because I liked screemo and dark clothes and had an alternative look to me. I hid my scars and other marks well so there was no proving it. I didn't count a lot of people (who thought they were my friends) as my friends. I was popular but just picky about who I trusted. We weren't the sterio-typical goth emo whatever people. We talked, laughed, smiled and did things like normal people.

I was popular because of my parents. I had moved here my Sophmore year and two months later my parents were murdered in our house. It was spread around papers and news casts making me buzz of the school. I missed a lot, skipped and when I was here I was just a shadow. Not talking or quite there in the class. It was the third month of senior year and I was ready to get out of this place and be on my way to beauty school. I now lived with my aunt Tessa and cousin Beth who was a well known popular at school. She was a cheerleader and was always off to parties and hanging out with guys. She was nice to me, never mean or hateful and kept me out of trouble. Meaning if something started about me she would end it in a second flat. I loved her, she was a great person and I appriciated what her and her mother have done for me over the years. She alway took me to parties (which most of my friends actually attended, we weren't shunned or anything, we just liked to keep to ourselves, stay out of as much drama as possible and try not to fight) and I was... aquaintances, if you want to call it, with most of her friends. I talked to them if I had to be partnered with them in a class or if they were hangin around the house.