Living With You

Chapter 1: Your What?!

I am Makayla Walters, but everyone calls me Mak. I, in my opinion, have the best possible life in the world. Parents, friends, wonderful boyfriend, happiness, and love. What else could anyone want?

When I woke up this morning, my curtains were open. It was bright outside. Like really bright.

"AH!" I screamed as I quickly put the covers over my head and tried to shield my eyes from the light. 

I heard my parents somewhere in my room quietly chuckling to themselves. 

"Makayla," I heard my dad say. "Time to get up."

"Yes!" Mom says, "And hurry up. Get dressed and meet us downstairs. We have a big announcement!"

I was suddenly very excited, but there was something off about both of them. 

"Okay! I'll be down in a minute. Just, can you guys leave, please?"

"Oh sure. See you in a little bit." My dad said as they both turned to leave the room."

Let me remind you of something, I was still in bed with the covers over my head.

I shot out of bed. Or I tried. Since I was still entanged with the covers, when I shot out of bed, I fell and became a big pile of covers and pain.

"Ow!"

I very slowly detatched myself from the covers and stood up. That seriously hurt. 

I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face in order to erase any traces of drool that may or may not be there. Just to be sure. Next, I went to my shower, where I washed up and washed my hair so it'd easier to do when I got out. When I was done, I wrapped my hair in a towel and then I got dressed in a pair of brown leather ankle boots, a brown tank top, black pants and leather jacket. I like to match my clothing.

Then I was on to hair. I don't like to do much for my hair, so I just combed through it to get rid of any knots and put it into a pony tail. Then, since I don't wear makeup, I was done.

I headed downstairs, very excited to see what my parents had to say.

When I entered the kitchen, I smelled bacon, eggs, toast, my favorite breakfast items. It must be something big if they made something like this for me. 

"Hey guys."

"Hello honey!" my mom said, placing a plate full of bacon, eggs, and toast and a glass of orange juice.

"So what's the announcement?"

"WERE GETTING A DIVORCE!" my dad said with pride.

Wait... what?!

"YOUR WHAT?!"

"Getting a divorce!" my mom said bad just as a happy.

"Why?!"

"Well, we don't love each other anymore. We've met new wonderful people to love forever! Your coming with me to live with my boyfriend and his son." She said.

"What about this house?!"

"Oh, your dad gets this one."

"And my room?"

"You'll have a room in both houses."

"How are you guys so calm about this?"

"Well, we always knew it wasn't going to last, were not surprised." My dad said.

I couldn't eat. Their just standing there smiling at me. I feel sick.

I ran out of the house. I need fresh air so I wasn't going to ride the bus today. 

They're getting a divorce... They're getting a divorce... That just kept repeating in my head. This is too much. They were so happy together. Or so they looked. If they were so unhappy, why didn't they just tell me before, that way I wouldve understood instead just dropping that all on me and smiling. 

No this isn't about me. This is about them.

***

When I got to school I know I looked like a mess. I was crying and when I cry I sweat and I pull my hair and I just keep crying. 

My friends ran up to me. My boyfriend was not here, his name is Jay Taylors.

"Parents... divorce... terrible... step family..."

"Your parents are getting a divorce, it's terrible and your getting a step family." said my bestfriend Emma Taylors, Jay's sister. I met him through her. She understands what I say even when I make no sense.

"Whats wrong baby?!" Jay said finally getting here.

"Her parents are getting a divorce and she says it terrible and she's getting a new step family." Emma told him.

"Are you okay?!" He asked me.

"Clearly she's not." my friend Brandon told him.

"Shut up." Jay told him.

I cried even harder suddenly. It came full force this time and I was shaking violently.

"It's okay Mac, it's okay. I've got you,  I've got you." I hear Jay tell me. 

I feel him sit down and I feel myself get pulled down with him. He pulls me into his lap and just hugs me, holds me, shushes me and tells it alright, I'll always have him and he loves me. 

Jay is a football player so seeing this muscular guy with this girl, who he's twice the size of, sitting on the ground must of been quite the sight.

"Do you know the step family?" I shook my head no.

"Do you know anything about them?" No again.

"Oh, ok. I'm sorry, but as much as I want to sit here with you forever, classes are about to start and I don't want you to be late. So we have to get up."

Jay knows me really well. He set me on the ground and got up, dusting off his pants. I didn't. He sighed, bent over and picked me up and carried me in his arms. We have all of the same classes together, so it wasn't hard to find the class just hard to get pass the mob of students. Well, no, not really. Everyone knows that Jay is a football player and protective over me. It was as if they knew somethingwas wrong and they just parted and let Jay, Emma, Brandon, and I through. 

I was crying into Jay's jacket, snot and all. Which I already know he wouldn't mind because I'd done it plenty of times before over the two years and 4 months we'd been dating.

Someone approached us. That someone was Xavier Dane.

"Hey," he said to me. "Your Makayla Walters, right?" I nodded.

He just smirked and walked away.

"What was that about?" Jay asked me. I shrugged my shoulders and we continued down the hallway to first period science.