This Badboy is a Father by R.G Teongson (ebook reader below 3000 .TXT) 📕

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CHAPTER 2

BEA


"One, two, three, four, five, aaaaand six. Where the heck is number seven?" I muttered. You might be wondering what I'm counting or rather WHO I'm counting. Yep! They are my brothers and sisters although there were still two which is older than me and both are boys.

So, I'm going to introduce you to my super mega awesome life- note the sarcasm. My older brother is Joshua, twenty, he's in college. The next one is Jeremiah, nineteen years old, he's in college, too. And there's me, seventeen years old, a senior in high school. Jessica, sixteen. Pamela and Patricia, both fifteen. Edromel-or Mico, fourteen. Rj, thirteen. And the last one is Andrei, four years old.

See! We are one big happy family. Anyways, number eight is missing.

"Patricia!" I shouted.

"What!" She shouted back.

"Get your butt down here! Andrei is missing!" A couple of minutes later. There was an angry stomping of foot coming down my way. "Now, go find him. And it's your turn to cook dinner."

She scoffed, "Hey! You are not the boss of me!" She snapped

"Yeah, yeah. Tell that to mom when they get back." I retorted.

"Hey! You pigs!" I said trying to break Mico and Rj apart. When I took hold of Mico Andrei came out of nowhere and started to squirt using his water gun. "I'm going to kill you! You little devil!" I glared at my two brothers who is rolling in the floor, laughing their brains out.

"Do you think this is funny?!" I asked.

"Apparently yes. They wouldn't be laughing if it's not funny," Jessica stated dryly. You see, she thinks she's so smart because she's a valedictorian for like- for ever and her grades are always A+. She's just like Joshua. Bleh!

"have you seen Justin Bieber's new album?!" Pamela squeaked.

"Uhm, no. Because some people actualy has a life unlike you-" Patricia was cut off by Pamela.

"Don't diss JB!" Pam cried. Literaly cried. She is such a drama queen.

"Whatever. I'm going to change." I left them arguing.

I slipped on my hoodie and some short shorts that I found lying inside my closet. I pulled my hair back in a bun. There, I'm all set.

When I got back down stairs everything was set. They were already in the table saying grace. I sat in my chair after they pray and it's like I'm in the school cafeteria again. There were a little food fights here and there and then someone would snap and apparently that someone already did beacause I can't see jessica anywhere.

"Have you heard?" Pamela said mysteriously, leaning her body in the table.

"Nope. We don't gossip," Patricia said not looking away from her food.

Pam rolled her eyes and continue talking, "Did you know that Hunter has a baby? And that baby is living there right now because the baby's mother just left the baby to him.poor Hunter"

"Puh-leese, that man-whore totally deserves it. I don't know about the baby but I'm really sorry for her." I said.

"Him." It was Pam swallowing a big bite of her spaghetti.

I made a face, "What him?"

"The baby is a him not a her," she stated.

"Whatever, can you go and get Jessica?"

She sighed and mumbled about killing that smarty pants.

"Bea, my principal wants to talk to you?" Rj said nervously.

"Why? Did you get a medal or something?" I sarcastically said.

"No, he punched someone in the face," Jessica said while adjusting her glasses, oblivious to my sarcasm.

"Just eat your food," Rj grumbled.

Jessica just ignored him.

"And who might this someone be?"

"Blake. Blake Martin."

I choked on my spaghetti, "Excuse me? Blake Martin? As in Hunter's brother?" He nodded, "What are you? Crazy?! Are you on social suicide?!" I hissed.

"I'm sorry!"

"Yeah, tell that to me when he started to harrass us!" I glanced at my siblings. Pat and Pam's eyes was wide in fear. "Don't worry. He won't hurt you two because he doesn't have English and history with you not like me!" I spat. "But I'm sure he will." I added quickly to their horror.

Dinner passed quickly. I was in my room trying to sleep. We have school tomorrow so that means there's a big chance that I will see Hunter. He was known for taking revenge. I mean last time there was a boy who is accused by an anonymous student that he was cheating on the exam and in his bag was full of answers and then the next day Hunter was bragging about it.

I closed my eyes and find the will to sleep and I think it was three o'clock when exhaustion pulled me in a deep slumber.


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CHAPTER 3

HUNTER



"How's the baby? Did the cops showed up?" Cj asked me. We were talking on the phone. He was tailing me with his yellow Porsche a.k.a his 'Baby'. Yeah, I know. What's with men and their cars? I mean no one can touch mine. It's more like of being possesive of what's ours.

"No, the cops didn't. I'll explain to you later at school," I grumbled. I am not in a good mood today. Who would be? I just officially became a father yesterday because some over dramatic Cynthia- a one-night-stand-gone-horribly-wrong- claims that the unnamed baby is mine. For christ sake! She didn't even bother to give the baby a freaking name. Is that so hard? You can name him Bob for all he cares.

"So, where's the baby?" He asked, trying to make a conversation.

"I dunno." There was a protest on the other line. "Dude! Calm down! I left him at the Fischers," I explained, stopping at the red light.

"You know the baby is your responsibility, right? You can't just leave him to your neighbor," He insisted.

"Seriously man. What's got your knickers in a twist?" It turned green.

"What are you? A brit? Anyways, you don't even know the Fischers."

"Uh, yes. I do," I said in my defense.

"Well, if you call trick or treating in the third grade is your only basis then I don't know," he snapped.

"Hey, they made those cute little home made chocolate's that's a shape of a heart." I remember in third grade. Me and Cj can't get enough of those that we practically begged James and Martha to go there and get us the chocolates. Good times.

Cj snapped me out of my reminiscing, "You do realize that you sounded gay just now?"

I groaned, "Whatever, dude. Don't you missed those chocolates?" I asked and we gave out a dreamy sigh.

Finally, we're in school. I got out of my car and streched my arms high up in the air, knowing that the girls are watching me flexed my muscles.

"So, you were telling me about the baby?" He prod my arm with a stick.

I slapped it away and scowled at him. He chuckled and shook his head and then the warning bell rang. Save by the bell. I slugged him in the arm and run, hearing him shouting profanities at me.

Of course I didn't go straight to my class. I bumped into Marry Anne and she beamed at me smiling. Mary Anne is a very religious person, you know those kind of people that are like- Jesus is my saviour and shit like that. She's the head of the Celibacy Club. Ha! Celibacy Club my ass beacause after a few greetings we ended up making out in the janitors closet.

Her hands trailed down my chest to my jeans, fumbling with the button. I kissed her lips down