Opposites Attract

Chapter 3: I'm Never Being a Teen Mom

 “You locked our baby in your car?”

 “Sort of…”

 “How can you sort of lock our baby in your car?”  

“Okay, yes I locked our teddy bear in my car.”  

“I can’t believe this.” After bringing our baby, or teddy bear, to class with his fluffy ears and nose pierced, a sharpie tattoo of a skull and cross bones on his arm, Asher locking him in his car is the icing on the cake. “Can you please just take this project seriously for like two minutes? I actually care about my grades and right now we are failing because of you,” I shout. My face is red and it feels like smoke is literally coming out of my ears.  

“Like it matters to you!” Asher screams back. “You’ll probably just buy yourself an A.”  

“I hate people like you.” I seethe.  

“People like me? Have you looked in the mirror princess? You have no idea what it is like to be someone like me.” Asher sneers, stepping closer to me.  

“Oh please. Get off your high horse. You-” He cuts me off. 

“What have you ever had to work for, huh? You get everything handed to you on a silver platter and walk around like you have it so hard. I have had to work for everything I own so-”

“And everything you’re father stole, right?” This time it’s me cutting him off. His glare hardens. “Yeah I watch the news. I bet you hear all the time how you are just scum like him, right? And you expect me to think the same thing?”  

“I don’t remember bringing my father into this.” He sneers. He turns to walk away but I grab his arm.  

“I’m not trying to judge you, okay! I get that it sucks to be prejudged because of your parents so just stop thinking you are the only one.” I yell out, exasperated.  

“I’m so sorry you have to live up to attractive, successful, world leaders.” He yanks his arm away and stalks back to his car, peeling out of the parking lot.  

“What was that about?” I turn around to find Melissa, arms crossed across her chest and eyebrows raised.  

“It was nothing,” I mumble. “I think I’m going to head home early.” I tell her.  

“That is the second time this week, Janey. Are you sure everything is okay, this isn’t like you.” I can tell Melissa is worried and I’m not sure how to reassure her.  

“Yeah, I’m just tired I guess.” I go to leave, but she stops me. 

“How about I come with you? We can watch nineties movies and stuff our faces.”  

“Melissa I don’t want to make you-”