Sex Education, A Fake Baby, & The Bad Boy

Chapter Eight.-Its All Fun and Games until Someone Throws Up.

Hey, hey my loves!

Here is another chapter for you wonderful people.

Oh and the song up there is like my addiction right now!! I listen to it nonstop. Maybe could possibly be a Isabelle and Liam song ;)

I am going to make a new cover because I kinda am obsessed with Barbara Palvin because she is so gorgeous. ^thats her up there...so that's who I see Isabelle as...

•h a p p y r e a d i n g•

•Chapter Eight•- It's All Fun and Games Until Someone Throws Up.
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"Well if it isn't little miss 'let me disappear from my best friend at a crazy ass party without letting him know and also skip the second day of school and leave me here with bat shit crazy people.'"

Oh Mason, this is one of the many reasons I love you.

"Hey Mace. Listen I'm sorry about Monday night..and also about yesterday. I should have texted you. I was just-I had a lot of stuff going on."

"You know I forgive you Izzy. So, how is the life of being a teen mom?"

I lift Liam Jr. higher on my hip and put in my locker combination. "It's just peachy."

Yesterday was defiantly interesting. Liam and I spent the most of the day at his house. We watched t.v, took care of our child, argued a lot and ordered pizza for an early dinner.

The pizza part was my favorite part of the day.

I also went back to my own house yesterday and was greeted by my mother who apologized about our argument. I forgave her in a heartbeat, it wasn't her fault to begin with.

Richard on the other hand wasn't very welcoming. Actually all I got from him a a beer burp right in my face as he walked by.

One of these days I swear I am going to drop kick him off the Eiffel Tower.

I'll admit that sleeping in my own bed by myself was a little...boring? It was defiantly quiet without Liam in the same bed as me.

But he sure did text me a lot to make up for his absence.

The text messages I received from him were ridiculous but what else should I expect from him.

Like how about.

"Baby come back!!! :-("

or

"I know you don't want a butt massage from me but can you give one to me? My ass is sore. I've been sitting on it all day. >:0 This is what Netflix does to people."

Or how about.

"I-Z-Z-Y did you leave my house? It's quiet without you and Liam Jr."

Oh and my favorite one is the text I got at midnight right before I was about to go to sleep.

"Goodnight Isabelle. Sweet dreams love. Dream about happy things (like with me ;0) just....don't think about Paranormal Activity. And don't freak out about your closet door being open. See you at school tomorrow....maybe. :*"

Yeah...I didn't really get much sleep last night.

I got out my horrid calculus textbook said bye to Mason and went to first class. Calculus. In other words, Hell.

After 45 minutes of torture I went back to my locker to see Liam leaning against it. His brown just out of bed hair. Wearing a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows defining his muscular arms. And how can I forget his signature bad boy smirk plastered all over his stupid face.