chapter one

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"You don't think this will work?" My mom asked, pointing down to the two trays full of chocolate chip cookies

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"You don't think this will work?" My mom asked, pointing down to the two trays full of chocolate chip cookies. "I mean think about it Ky. They come in and smell fresh, homemade chocolate chip cookies, and here they are! And they're out for them to eat too, so it's not like they can smell and not be able to eat it either. You know?"

"Mom, bribing people to buy our house with cookies, definitely won't work." I mumbled, before stealing a cookie myself. "They are good though." Stella held her hand out for one, and I just took one last small bite before letting her finish off the rest of mine.

The doorbell rang, indicating the couple was here to see the house.

"Oh, that's them! Remember Kiya, no commenting, just hold Stella and look pretty." She smiled, before making her way to the door. My dad smiled, taking a cookie and quickly eating it.

"You'll be okay, sport."

I let out a breath, before hearing my mom start talking to some people. It was boring, we've been trying to sell this house for what seems like forever, yet we're having no luck. Yet we really need to move because one, nobody's going to buy the broken down house that Teddy destroyed and two, we don't have enough rooms for my mom and dad, me, Stella AND the new baby arriving.

Yep, you heard right. My mom's pregnant. Again. My parents just can't seem to learn to use a condom or something.

"Guys, this is Eric and Jessica, Eric and Jessica, this is my lovely family. My husband Mac, and my two daughters Stella and Kiya." I waved, Stella immediately mimicking my wave with a giggle. She happened to be in that stage, the stage where she copies everything anyone does, specifically me or Nat.

So telling Nat not to cuss around the child was hard.

The realtor, Liz, had pulled my parents to the side while the couple talked about how nice the house was, while munching on my mom's chocolate chip cookies.

Maybe they did work all along.

It's been two years since Teddy's frat lived next to us, and since I've last really seen him. He got busy with working, and he was living so far away, that I just couldn't see him. Meanwhile I had to fix my grades, work, and do other things. Gladly, I'm finally out of high school and in college myself, I just haven't had the chance to join in any clubs or activities because nothing has caught my eye just yet.

I also don't want to end up like Teddy's ex-girlfriend.

I frowned when my mom and dad walked over, glum looks on their faces. It saddened me because they were trying so hard to find someone to buy this house, so that way we can find a comfy home for us, and the new baby. It's just hard, when nobody wants to buy it due to the past experiences here.

Fucking Teddy.

Okay, so maybe I'm a little bitter at him for just not talking to me anymore, but could anyone blame me? After everything that happened with Nash he still hurt me badly, and I just don't think I could deal with anymore pain.

Yet him leaving me the way he did, hurt so bad.

After the couple and Liz left, I turned to my parents. "So?" I asked, a small smile on my face. I was highly scared of the outcome because of how many times it'd gone wrong.

"We're on escrow for thirty days." My dad sighed, eating another cookie.

"What's that mean?" I asked, my brows furrowed as I sat Stella down, letting her free to roam.

"They'll come in to check on us to see if 'everything's okay' every once in a while. Like random visits, because of everything that happened in the past." My mom said, gripping the counter tightly. "Maybe if we can just get someone to buy the house next door, someone who won't throw giant ass parties, we'll be fine."

"Have you seen that house though? It's gone to shit." I said, earning a look from my mom. "Oops, sorry."

"Yeah, I know. It's just a thought. And we could always clean it up." She mumbled, picking at a cookie.

"There's no way we can clean that mess up. We don't have the money especially since we're trying to find ourselves a house, and dingledumb here is in college. Even if she dropped out we wouldn't have enough. And there's no way we'll be able to find someone to buy that house." He said.

"I guess you're right. It was just a suggestion. I just want a house we can afford with a nice backyard, and enough rooms and all." She said sadly, and I bit the inside of my lip.

I had no idea how to help my mom, and it hurt to see her so upset. She hasn't been this upset since I was heartbroken over Teddy, sitting in my room doing nothing but watching Netflix and not talking to anyone.

"Well, I need to go the store, get dinner for tonight. You guys need anything specific?" I asked, pulling my phone out and going to the notes where I had a shopping list ready.

"No honey, just find something that we can eat for dinner tonight?" My dad said, and I nodded as I exited and got into my car. My parents were able to find me a car for my birthday last year, considering I was walking around everywhere, already had my permit and just needed a car. It's not the best car, but it's good enough to get me around to wherever I need.

The drive to the grocery store was quick and quiet, considering I was too caught up in my thoughts to try to listen to music. It was bad enough I was distracted by my thoughts, being distracted by that and music would probably cause me to wreck.

We definitely don't want that.

Walking into the store, I grabbed a cart and went in order of the list, unless there was something that I needed and it was right next to the thing I was grabbing.

Deciding to do something nice for my mother considering how stressed she is, I found my way to the ice cream aisle, grabbing chocolate chip. It's her second favorite, chocolate chip cookie dough being her first. She just can't eat the cookie dough due to her being pregnant. The smell of it makes her sick.

As I reached out to grab the last carton, another hand touched mine, sending butterflies throughout my stomach, my body on fire as I looked over to see the one person I never wanted to see again, yet couldn't wait to see again.

Teddy Sanders.


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