The Baby Problem

The Baby Problem [6.]

I wasn’t sure what to think of Rowan’s story. I wasn’t even sure if I believed him. I mean, look at the people he associated with? He didn’t exactly scream ‘Trust me!’ He screamed, ‘I’m a lying S.O.B!’

But Alex’s story just didn’t seem to add up all the way. If he stayed on a farm, how did he even know Rowan or Chance? I mean, Rowan could almost definitely be lying, but why would Chance walk off with Alex? It’s not like they’re conspiring against me, which would be stupid.

After the bell had rung, cutting the end of Rowan’s story off, I had almost ran to first period. I couldn’t be late again. Needless to say, the class passed without any problems, just my eyes not wanting to stay open.

I was really dreading second period. I didn’t want to ever see Chance’s face, coupled with the fact that his baby was my baby? It was just fantastic! Note the sarcasm.

Walking up the metal ramp to the portable, I let out a hearty sigh.

“Everything alright, Ms. Corwin?” Dr. Proctor asked, his wrinkly face smiling at me.

“Yes sir, just dreading a certain someone in your class.”

“Oh? Trouble in paradise?”  His eyes twinkled at me.

“What do you mean?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Oh you know you and Mr. Hastings.”

“I don’t know, enlighten me?”

“Don’t think I don’t see you two flirting around in class, Ms. Corwin. I was young once too. About the time when I rode my dinosaur to school!” He broke out into a hefty laugh.

“Yeah, what color was that dinosaur?” I chose to ignore the whole ‘flirting’ comment, because it was so not true.

“You know, purple like Dino from the Flintstones. Now get into class, we’re going to start.” I hadn’t even noticed people filing in as we were standing outside the door talking.

“Okay Dr. Proctor, only because it’s you.”

Walking into the class, I wished I was somewhere else already. There was Chance, sitting next to my desk, with my desk yanked over to his.

“Hey gorgeous.” He winked at me as I sat down next to him.

“Chance. Why is my desk over here?” I glared at him, wishing looks could kill, or lightening to strike him right now. Either of those would be okay.

“We need to talk.” His playfulness seemed to disappear in an instant.

“No… I don’t think we do.” Well we do, but not about what you want to talk about. I don’t even know how I’m supposed to break the news to him about the cooking bun.

“Oh yes. So Alexander, what do you know about him?”

“What do you mean what about him? You seem to know him better than I do.” I snapped, throwing my hand over my mouth. Oops.

“No shit Sherlock. Why are you friends with him?”

“Why aren’t you friends with him?” What a lame comeback.  I really needed to work on my arsenal of smartass retorts.

“Because he’s a liar, a cheat, an addict, he steals.” He listed, counting them out on his fingers as he named them.

“An addict? Really? That’s why he’s never been remotely high or drunk or whatever around me?” This false accusation thing was starting to frustrate me.  Rowan tried telling me that Alex did drugs and sometimes dealt, but he seemed like he had the most pristine slate of everyone. Now Chance was trying to tell me he was addicted to drugs?