Nathan
"Whatcha doing?" Emma beamed as she bounced into the classroom, straight towards me.
"Drawing a balloon."
Emma arched one of her brows, staring at me in question. "How are you dating one of the hottest Seniors in school?"
I shrug, drawing a squiggly line to the balloon. "I'm just really cute, I guess."
"Hmm." She hums, sitting down in the desk beside me. "I suppose." I glance away from the paper. "How was your weekend?"
"I got drunk, told Bryce I was pregnant with either yours or Minnie Mouse's child, that I was fucking Mickey, and that I wanted to hook up with him." I explained, shading in the balloon with my pencil.
Emma's eyes widen, "what?"
"Yep."
"That's...great." Emma mumbled, clearing her throat. "Are you good now?"
"No, I'm apparently still pregnant with 8 babies." I reply, shrugging. "And I should be giving birth any day now."
Emma raises both of her brows, "um... Okay... Well, how has your morning been?"
"Pretty shitty." I respond, continuing to shade in the paper. "I have to work tonight, my mom is mad at me, sister woke me up an hour early, I couldn't hug my boyfriend this morning, I am starving, and this balloon looks like a piece of shit with a string."
Emma sent me a sympathetic smile before unzipping her bag. She shoved a few things aside before pulling out a plastic bag with a sandwich in it.
"Should I be concerned that you have a random sandwich in your bag?"
Emma rolled her eyes and set it on my desk, "I made it this morning. I was going to have it for lunch, but a few friends wanted to go out."
"Oh." I mumbled, sending her a smile. "Thank you."
"Gotta make sure the baby daddy is fed." Emma indicated, sending me another smile. I roll my eyes but sent her another smile before opening the bag.
Two hands slammed onto my desk, startling me. My eyes flickered up to whoever it was.
Coby.
"May I help you?" I asked, stuffing a piece of the sandwich into my mouth.
"Who are you dating?"
I furrow my brows, "why is that any of your buisness?"
"Dude, I'm one of your friends. Just tell me." Coby replied with an eye roll.
"Someone." I shrug, shallowing the mush in my mouth. "I don't see why you need to know."
"Because someone saw you making out with someone at a party this weekend."
"It was probably Mickey Mouse." I say, sending Emma a look. She just smirked, looking back down at book she was reading.
"What the fuck?!" Coby exclaimed, narrowing his eyes at me. "It's a simple question, Nathan. Who the hell are you dating?"
I just shrug in reply again.
"How do you not know who your dating?"
"How do you not know who you slept with the night before?" I snap back, rolling my eyes. "My dating life is none of your business."
"Whatever."
I hate school. All the testing and shit, it's all worthless. I rather give birth to 8 babies and let Mickey fuck me with his 20 inches than this.
