Never have I ever been a bad boyfriend. I buy Anastasia flowers, drive her around, and tell her she's pretty. What more could she want? I'm compassionate and caring-- all I know about Ana is how to love her.
I know that baby is mine... My mother is the one who doubts it.
I tapped a pen on the counter, a repeating thump thump thump.
"Pal," Todd grunted, taking a seat next to me. He had been working with me for nearly eight months... He still forgets my name.
"Hello, Todd." I said, lifting my hand in a gentle greeting.
"Why do you look like someone pissed in your Cheerios?" Todd said, less inquisitively and more just making conversation. I shrugged, sure that I wasn't interested in telling my middle-aged deadbeat coworker my relationship problems.
Elaine came towards us, her red hair swishing behind her in a high ponytail. "You guys, my dad said there is a meeting going on here pretty soon,"
Todd grunted in response, and I lifted myself out of my seat. "Elaine, it's midday. We need someone to watch the floor--"
"Dad just said that we're all going to get called in like, twenty minutes. So just be ready or whatever," Elaine skipped off, leaving Todd and I to deal with the young man who was trifling through our discounted game bin, obviously trying to find something.
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Teen FictionWhile most teenagers are wound up in their own exciting lives, Anastasia 'Stasia' Phillips was cursed with the fact she is going to have to make room for her future child. With the help of her best friend Clarissa, and her boyfriend Emmett, Anastasi...
