The Baby Problem

The Baby Problem [7.]

“I can’t believe you got us 10 days suspension and cleaning hell.” I muttered as we walked out of the office.

“If you wouldn’t have gotten violent, we wouldn’t be in this mess.” Chance muttered under his breath.

“Don’t even start with me. My dad’s coming, so you can just leave.” We were walking out the front doors to the school. My dad wasn’t really coming, and I didn’t have my car because Kass drove me. I had the luxury of walking home, but I didn’t want to tell Chance that.

“Kay bye.” At the mention of my dad, he didn’t hesitate to make his exit. Sighing heavily, I pulled a pony tail holder off of my wrist and hastily threw my hair back to keep it from getting windblown and nasty. I watched his retreating form, and I have to say it wasn’t a bad view. It just sucked that he was… well a jerk.

Because he had lost his temper, both in Proctor’s room and in the office, it might have accidently caused me to start a one-sided altercation in the office with him. It was mainly me landing a hard slap on his face, totally worth it by the way. Apparently, he also got 10 days for his ‘excessive foul language.’

I must not have heard the brunt of the argument when they walked into the office.

Seeing that Chance wasn’t around anymore, I started my walk towards the house. It was windy and a bit chilly for early November, but at least I had a thin jacket. Sadly, I didn’t have a nice thick jacket which would have been preferred. The street was empty as it was still only 10 AM, there were a few cars that passed by, but mainly it was the sound of crunchy leaves under my feet that was my company.

Then there was a low rumble of thunder which made me curse under my breath. Thunder meant rain, and I still had a decent amount of time to go until I reached home. Pulling my jacket tighter, I quickened my pace. I wasn’t feeling up to running, but I would speed walk to try and beat the rain.

Honk.

The sound of a car horn going off made me jump, and I turned to see a slightly familiar blue Dodge Durango and a very familiar face behind the wheel. The car pulled up to a crawl next to me, matching my pace.

“What do you want?” I snapped as the window rolled down.

“To help. Get in or you’ll get soaked.” His voice gave away no emotion, it almost frightened me.

Feeling the first rain drop I considered it.

“How do I know you’re not going to take me on a back road and dump me?” I questioned with a slight hint of joking in my voice.

“Dawn, seriously? Just get in the damn car.” Annoyance finally seeped into his voice, making me less nervous. I knew how to deal with an annoyed Chance, but not an indifferent one.

I silently slid into the passenger seat, glad. The rain was starting to get heavier now, and by the time he rolled the window up it was steady rainfall.

“Look, Dawn, I’m sorry about today. It wasn’t supposed to happen like it did. I lost my temper a bit too far.” This almost made me comatose, was he apologizing to me?

“Um… Thanks.” I mumbled, unsure of what to say, so I played with the dial on the door for the seat heater. “I’m um… sorry I slapped you,” I didn’t finish my sentence, not wanting to ruin the fact that he wasn’t acting like a tool.

“And I know cleaning up for a month isn’t going to be fun, especially together, so do you think we can drop the animosity?” This really shocked me, how was I supposed to respond to that? The tone of his voice was what really affected me, it held no sarcasm or teasing vibe to it, but instead it sounded genuine.