INSTA-Daddy

4

I can't believe it. How did I get myself into this mess?

I trailed as Mom finished packing the last set of my clothes inside the large-sized purple luggage. I sat at the edge of the bed. She took a quick glimpse at me. I'm pretty sure there was a dash of disappointment with her glimpse. I bit my lips with shame.

Dad entered my room as well. "Since you let this happen Gabby, you have to take responsibility."

"Does she really have to leave?" Mom's voice was shaky. She stood up and moved closer to Dad's.

"Yes." My dad blunted. He crossed his arms together on his chest. "They have to experience the consequences for their actions."

Mom sighed. "Well you have a point." Mom turned to face me. She had that look of dismay again. It made me even more uneasy and just wished I'd melt already. I am quite aware of the embarrassment and disappointment I've caused. I just wished they'd stop rubbing it in my face.

"Tomorrow, you'll be living with that Tom guy."

There were couple more of blahs blahs coming from Mom and Dad however I failed to catch up all of it.  My mind was busy processing all of this. Then I remembered.

School.

What if the school finds out! I'll be expelled! My awesome reputation will be ruined. My student council position might get taken away from me. I was even planning to run as SC Secretary next school year. Now it'll be more impossible to achieve that goal.

I heaved.

"Don't worry about school. I will tell the principal directly about this." Dad states. My stomach began to hurt.

I wheezed in pain which I think they noticed. They gestured in helping but I halted them.

"No Greg. The principal must not know. Not yet. Anyways, Gabby's belly's not bloated yet. They won't notice."

Dad's eyes widened in surprise. Mom continued to talk.

"Let's let her finish this semester. Or better yet this year. I'm sure she won't go into labor by that time." She let out an anxious laugh. "How many months left? 6 right?," She added.

"Yeah 6. And that time our daughter will look like Baymax already." Mom and Dad lulled and just looked at each other eye-to-eye.

Dad broke the stare with an exhale. "Alright. Fine. Whatever. You'll continue school. They don't have to know anything about this."

My inner spirits started jumping with joy. I can't believe my parents thought of what I was thinking even without saying anything yet. Wow. I really am my parents' child.

***
Dad didn't let Tom go home that day. My family insisted he stay for the night. It would be a 'hassle' to let him go this time of the night... Considering the fact it's still eight in the evening. But I think, they just wanna make sure he doesn't run away and not show up tomorrow to pick me up to his apartment.

My family had already gone up to their bedroom except for me. They let Tom sleep in Gustin's bedroom to keep a close watch on him. I decided to go outside to our front porch for some fresh air. It's a perfect time to cry till my heart's content now that everyone's asleep.

I quivered at the sound of the door shutting behind me. I looked back and saw Tom tiptoeing outside as he closer the front door. He was surprised to see me.

"Leaving already?" I questioned sarcastically. He replied with astonishment sarcastic smirk.

"Yes. Yes I am."

"Awwweee. What about the baby?" I mocked. He looked annoyed which I found very amusing.

"Shut up! I don't fuckin' know how you got me into this mess! There I was passing by minding my own business and the next thing I know I became a dad!!!" He groaned. I wanted to snort a giggle but he did have a point. Instead of being amused I should've been guilty.

He wasn't finished talking yet. "Look lady. I know I'm handsome and all but I thi--" I cut him off. I just had to chortle a bit at his narcism.

"I'm sorry. Please continue," I held in my laughter.

He cleared his throat. His face was beginning to color red with anger. I liked watching him irritated. It made him a bit more attractive. What am I saying. This is probably because of the hormones.

"As I was saying, it's physically impossible to get you pregnant with just me passing by. What? I walked by, you saw me, and because of my hotness you got a baby  inside you?? Did we have telepathic sex or something?"

My brows furrowed. "Why can't you just accept the fact that you're going to have a baby!!!" I squalled, pressing the tip of my pointing fhinger on his chest.

He didn't seem to like that. He frowned and shoved my finger off.  He took hold of my wrist and clutched it tightly as his eyes met mine. I tried shrugging my wrist off from his grip but it was too tight. Plus, he was strong.

"Now I remember you. You were that girl who told me off with the Principal. You got me in detention and made me clean those fuckin' toilets." He voiced out.

I swallowed a lump in my throat before replying anything back. I was still doing my best to wriggle my wrist off from his grip.

"Now you got me into this mess huh? Don't you have any idea who I am?!" He threathened. Sweats began to pour from my forehead down to my cheek.

Honestly, I do know who he was. He was not just any guy I saw vandalizing the lockers, he was the Tom Henderson. The one who sent one gym teacher to a hospital after, according to the rumors, a little argument over extra school credit.

He was also rumored to be a rogue leader of an underground gang of thugs who love to bully and step on things and people they think are shits. And also, the part where he rarely talks to anyone or give any damn about anyone or anything.

Finally, I managed to break my wrist free. I stroked my wrist gently before speaking. His face still painted anger all over.

"What do I have to do to make you believe that this is your child." It's time to put my self-taught acting lessons to the test.

"Nothing. Because I know that's not mine."

I smirked. "Yes it is."

"No."

"Yes."

And the argument continued for a couple more yes and nos.

"May I remind you... My dad's a cop." I declared with full pride.

Tom smugged but it was obvious he was frightened. After all, he was a thug. Dad could get him in cuffs anytime. He was probably thinking of the same possibility so he remained silent.

"Fine." He placed his hands inside his ripped Jean's pockets and turned his back on me, facing the opposite direction. "Just make sure nobody finds out about this. Or else... You're dead."

He stretched his arm towards the doorknob and opened the door. It made a little squeaky voice as it opened. We both cringed. My eye twitched a bit.

"Goodnight snookie-poo," I joked. He turned his head to face me with irritation.

"Fuck you." Were his last words for the night.

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A/N

Meet Dirty Tom in the photo above :O