INSTA-Daddy

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"Come here you biatch," her grip on my arm tightened.  She hauled me forward forcedly. Wes and Liz trailed behind us while Paula was doing her best to block my two friend's way so they wouldn't catch up.

I was being dragged along the corridors, yelping some help from those who were around but noone came to my rescue. One guy tried to stray towards us, however, once he was given by Jen's glare, he slowly moved backwards.

She continued dragging me forward, slapping me gradually.

Jennifer was feared in Brentwood High. Other than the fact that she's really mean and self-centered, her mom and dad were bot lawyers-- and they're really good too.

Not just that but because her grandfather was a member of the Board of Education. One word from her and our entire highschool life will be in danger.

If I could recall it right, back in our very first year in junior high, she came to school wearing the most glamorous french-designed red dress. About two inches above the knee and had white ruffles on the edge. The dress had rosey red accents on the sides creating the illusion of flames.

There she went, sashaying through the lobby, flipping her long wavy hair, eyes thick in eyeliner, and cheeks smothered in blush on. Practically, the only thing natural to her was her glossy pinkish lips.

Anyways, as all eyes were on her, someone stole the attention she was currently getting. Somewhere far on the spot adjacent to where she was standing, another girl showed up.

Her hair was super straight as if it was ironed perfectly. She had light make-up on but still looked extremely gorgeous, and they both were wearing the exact same dress that day.

And that was the last she was seen in Brentwood High again. There had also been rumors that spread for months after she disappeared. One of those rumours included the other girl's version of the dress was ripped and burned into ashes by no other than Jennifer herself. Some said the girl was traumatized enough to even go back to school and had rotted away inside her bedroom.

Since then, Jennifer became queen. The queen. The evil Queen of Brentwood. The Regina George outside the movies. Some could say she could be worse than Regina George.

I snapped out from my thoughts when I realized the evil Queen was dragging me towards the girls' bathroom. She hauled me inside, closed the door shut, and locked it afterwards. I could hear noises from outside the bathroom were beginning to form. Wes was knocking on the door, screaming to let me out.

"You're trash," I managed to stare deeply into her eyes raging with hate. Her mascara smudged all over her face. I gulped upon seeing her filled with hate and I didn't even know what I did this time. Her teeth gritted and I could literally sense her anger. She slapped my cheek on more time-- harder than earlier.

I've always wondered why Jennifer hated me. We were never friends to start with but the way she treats me is just plain ridiculous. Besides, looking at it in one way, I should be the one loathing her. She did, as a matter of fact, stole my boyfriend. Er.. Ex-boyfriend.

This is not good for my baby. I thought. I hugged my tummy just so I could avoid it from any hurting she might do.

Good thing the bathroom was freshly cleaned and the girls' bathroom are not all that disgusting unlike what the boys have. The mirrors though, needs some work since it's still filled with lipstick vandals.

In a swift motion, she grabbed me by the hair and yanked me towards one of the cubicle with its door open. I gulped some air down through my throat then felt it blocking my heart creating this lump in my chest.

She positioned my head facing to the toilet bowl. She bended me downwards making me kneel in front of the toilet bowl, her hand still clutching a handful of my hair. 

She was cackling devilishly and it was this moment of time that I can finally confirm... She has gone BANANAS!!!!

She pushed my head towards the swirling water inside the toilet bowl. Such a classic image of highschool bullying. The oldest form of bullying in the book. I call it, the swirly horror.

"You deserve this you bitch!" She hissed, jerking my head closer to the swirly water of doom. I gathered all my strength and force to control my head, clasping my hand on the side of the toilet bowl. My free hand was making it's way to reach Jennifer but she was shoving it away.

"Jennifer stop! What did I do to you?!" I cried out. I purposely added some tremble in my voice, hoping she's take  pity. But who am I kidding? This is Jennifer right her. Meteors would crash on the planet and still she wouldn't understand the word 'Mercy'.

I was even this close to confessing that I was pregnant for the thought of her sliding whatever sin it is that I did. Of course, I chose not to. I urged myself not to. Knowing this might give her another idea of throwing me hell.

I closed my eyes, praying to God and all the saints to save me from drowning over toilet bowl water. My baby, I thought.

"That's enough," a familiar voice blurted. The voice was slacking yet was with force. It was followed with her gasp and then a loud slap echoed through my ears. I could  feel Jen's grip on my hair slowly parting.

I opened my eyes and turned my head with a gaze as wide as frisbee. I cupped my hand around my mouth as I watched Jennifer moving away from me and towards the third person with us.

Jennifer was clasping her hand over her cheek, her eyes getting wet again with tears. I completely lost my strength and dropped my butt on the bathroom floor. It really is such a good thing it was newly cleaned or else I would have sitted on a slimey tiled-floor. I wrapped my arms around my stomach, talking to my baby in my mind.

Wes, Liz, Paula, and some others sneaked in through the bathroom door. They were watching the whole drama inside, murmuring some words a bit complicated for me to hear.

"Why did you do that?" Jennifer asked in displeasure. Her voice croaky with frught. Judging by the slapping sound I heard a while ago plus Jennifer clasping her hand on her cheek, it's obvious she had just been slapped by the man in front of her.

I was surprised to see him as well. Surprised, then again was covered with joy. It's like my prayers sent me a guardian angel. Well, not entirely.

He marched closer to me, ignoring the evil Queen who was still sobbing with hurt. He extended his arm to me. I took it with hesitation as I stared into his sleepy lazy eyes. He helped me stand up. I almost lost my balance and  dropped but he grabbed me by the waist and assisted me to stand.

Wes, with Liz behind him, rushed towards us. Paula, on the other hand, came to Jennifer's aid.

Jennifer's eyebrows pulled in a frown as she eyed the two of us.  Meanwhile, he guided my arm around his shoulder and his hand gently grasped my wrist. Everyone, including Jennifer, was astounded by his sudden gesture.

Did crows turned white? Has Babylon reappeared on the map? Has Atlantis resurfaced realready? Is it end of the world?

He was Dirty Tom after all.

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A/N

Hi. It's me again. Ugh. Cliffhangers are so hard to make.

Talk to me? Ehehe~