Pregnant with the enemies baby

chapter|thirteen

•MASON•

If your wondering why i'm sitting on top of Becky beating the shit out of her, well let's backtrack.

Netflix is my boo. If i'm down, he's down. We always agree on when I want to watch him. So that's what i'm doing right now. Chilling with my boo.

Then someone dares to interrupt my PLL marathon. Sighing, I throw the blanket of me and slowly stand up. I'm to short for the damn peek hole so instead I yell.

"WHO IS IT?!"

"WHO IS THAT?!"

"BITCH, ITS THE ICE PRINCESS! WHO'S ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR?"

"OMG, IS THAT YOU, MASON?!"

Wait....

"BIANCA?!"

"ITS BECKY!!"

Why is she here. I open the door and come face to face with ms. barbie. Hell, barbie cry's when she sees her. I cross my arms and stare.

"Dang, you got fat."

Did she...

She didn't....

"Did you just call me fat?"

She smacks her gum and hold out her hand.

"Well duh, look at your stomach. Your fat."

Where's my spoon?!

I grab it and point it at her neck.

"Listen here Wanna Be Barbie. I'm as skinny as a damn Potato chip."

"You seriously haven't grown out of the damn spoon habit?"

"Why are you here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

She glares at me.

"This is my baby boo's apartment. Not yours."

What the hell she talking bout?

I bought this place with my own....

Wait...

"Are you talking about Logan?"

"Duh. Your fat and stupid."

I whack her in the head with my spoon.

"ARE YOU PHYCO?"

"Watch your mouth." I scold her like a child.

"I didn't know you were into dads?" I say.

"What are you talking about?"

Oh my. I need to pee.

"I'll be back!" I slam the door and went to pee.

That's better. I went back to the door and opened it.

"Hey." I smile.