A/N: Chapter dedicated to @reghan99 <3

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Alex’s POV

Tyson. Fucking. Williams.

The new bane of my existence. He had the bloody nerve not to show up at school! I usually wouldn’t care about him ditching, but today was Tuesday, a.k.a. his day to be taking care of that stupid doll. But no! Mr. High-and-Mighty Tyson Williams was too cool for school! Damn that boy! Damn him! Damn him! Damn him!

I was currently storming through the hallways, searching for a certain brown-haired cutie to help me out of my predicament. I found him at his locker.

“Where the fuck is that jerk?” I almost shouted instead of a greeting.

“Well, hello, Alexandra! It’s nice to see you too!” He responded playfully.

“Oh, come on, Angel! Just tell me!” I whined. “It’s his damn turn to be taking care of the damn doll.”

“I honestly don’t know why he isn’t here…” The boy started and I groaned. “But I could give you his number. I would be risking my head if I do that though.”

“Please, oh, please, Angel!” I said, doing a puppy dog face. “Won’t you help a single mother locate the father of her baby? Plus, it would be so much happier with Tyson; the thing hates me.”

He laughed at my reaction and shook his head. Amusement was still lingering in his blue eyes when he reached out his hand and said:

“Fine, give me your phone, you poor single mom!”

I handed him the device and he typed in Tyson’s number without even looking at his own mobile. I guess he just knew his best friend’s digits by heart.

“Thanks, hun! You’re a lifesaver!”

I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and left for the classroom where Homeroom was held. Since it was too distracting to take care of the dolls during school hours, it was decided that all the babies would be stored in Homeroom and we would get them back after our last period.

As I approached the abovementioned classroom, I saw another familiar face.

“Hey, Danny! Are you waiting for Tara?”

“Yeah, I’m her ride home.”

We had arranged our schedules so that the three of us and a few other seniors from our group would have the same days off so we could spend the free time together. I remembered seeing Tara and Danny after school with their babies and I smiled. They looked like a happy family of four. Until Mike Barbson - Tara’s baby’s father, came to greet her. In a flash Danny’s mood went down hill. Boy, was he jealous! Tara didn’t give him any reasons though. She greeted Mike politely, but no matter how hard the jock tried to hook the petite redhead up, the girl didn’t flirt back a single time. After fifteen minutes Barbson finally got the hint, gave up and left. I remembered Danny grinning like a fool at his back.

I went inside and signed on a list to show that I had taken my doll. I got outside and sat on one of the benches in the courtyard before dialing the newly-saved phone number.

A grunt greeted me when he finally picked up.

“Grunting?” I shouted, not caring the phone was close to his ear. “You leave me to take care of our damn baby on my own and all you do is grunt?”

“Alex?” Tyson asked in a sexy morning voice.

Sexy? Focus, Alex, focus! You are supposed to be angry with the boy!

“Yes! Alex!” I shouted into the receiver. “Why? Do you have a child with another girl as well?”

“Alex, why are you calling me?” His voice was tired. “And how did you get my number?”

Seriously? That’s what he was worried about? I was in a mood to kill him, sexy voice or not, but instead of wondering why, he mused on how I got a hold of his number?

“I’m calling because you were supposed to pick up the damn baby! We’ve only had these bloody things for two weeks and you’re already leaving me on my own?”

“I’ll come pick it up after school,” he stated through a yawn.

“News flash, Genius… School already ended.”

“How come?” The boy queried, sleep still lacing his tone. “What time is it?” He probably checked that himself because next thing I heard was: “Shit! I overslept!”

“I’ll say you overslept, you… you… you over-sleeper!” I was so pissed off I couldn’t even think of a proper insult.

“Alex, where are you?” Tyson asked as I heard him moving around in his room and bump into something, letting out a loud “Ouch! Fuck!”

“At the courtyard, by our tree.” Ignoring his cry of pain, I named the place we had made the take-care-of-the-baby schedule.

“I’ll be there in fifteen.”

*****

Tyson POV

“I thought you said you’ll be here in fifteen.”

Alex greeted me with a snarl, looking pissed off. She had her hands on her waist and was tapping her right foot in irritation. Her jaw was clenched and her eyebrows had knitted in frustration. Did I mention she was glaring at me?

“Traffic.” I explained briefly.

“Just take it already!” She growled again, taking the doll from where she had placed it on the ground (how motherly!) and giving it to me.

“Why are you so pissed, Alex?” I shouted, peeved at her attitude. “I didn’t oversleep on purpose! I couldn’t fucking help it!”

Her eyes narrowed even more, if that was possible, and the clad in dark grey jeans and a tight black tank top girl took a few steps my way. Now that she was closer, I noticed that she wore more makeup than she usually would at school: apart from enhancing the black eyeliner under her eyes, today she also wore mascara and some semi-transparent red lipstick... or lip gloss… whatever the damn thing was called. Why did girls need so many words for that anyway? Lip gloss, lipstick, chapstick: they looked the same to me!

“I’m pissed, because I don’t like babies and thanks to you I’m now running late for my date!” She hissed.

 “So that’s it?” I laughed humorlessly. “I’m sure you’ll think of some way to compensate him.”

“Her.” Alex corrected crossing her arms over her chest, thus mishandling the doll that was still in her hands. Due to the awkward position, the baby started crying, but both of us ignored it.

“What?” I asked stunned.

“Her.” She repeated calmly. “I’m dating a girl, Tyson.”

“A-a-are y-you a les-lesbian?” I stuttered.

“Does it matter?” She queried, shifting her attention to the baby and readjusting its stance.

“Just answer!” I almost shouted, hoping she’ll say no. Wait! Why was I hoping she’d say no?

“I’m bisexual. Is that a problem?” She questioned, still not looking at me, suddenly caring for the baby with an interest she had never displayed before.

“Whatever,” I said evenly, trying to hide my confusion as to why I felt relieved.

The girl handed me the now quiet doll and picking up her faux leather rucksack, turned to leave.

“Do you need a ride?” I queried. I hoped she’d agree since I wanted to see what her date was like.

“Sure! Where did you park your car?”

“No car. I got a bike.”

Her face lit up at that. Huh! Should’ve known Alex would be into bikes.

“Cool,” the brunette said with a smile. “You know that little café next to the town’s library?” I nodded. “My date’s there.”

“Come on!” I pointed in the direction of my vehicle and we walked towards the parking lot in silence. For some reason I felt twitchy. I had to say something.

“Why that café?”

“Because she had to use the library for her term paper. She’s a University student.”

“University? How old is she?”

“Twenty-one.”

“Twenty-one? Isn’t she a bit too old for you?”

I got a glare in response.

“She’s barely four years older,” she replied testily.

We were quiet again but I wanted to know more.

“So… does she have a job while she studies or…”

“Oh, yeah, she’s a stripper.”

I barked a laugh. Leave it to Alex to make a joke like that! The girl stopped and looked at me straight in the eyes.

“I wasn’t kidding, Tyson. Emily really is a stripper.”

I stared at her, stunned by her words for a second time today. After studying Alex’s face, I came to a conclusion: she wasn’t kidding. I could tell that by the seriousness in her beautiful brown eyes.

I started walking again, not knowing how to respond.

*****

I’d left Alex outside of the café ten minutes ago. She was greeted with a passionate kiss from who I presumed was Emily.

“Emily! What kind of a stripper name is Emily anyway?” I wondered annoyed while driving home. “Shouldn’t her name be Delilah or Sugar Kiss or Candy Lips or some other bullshit like that?”

Dumb name!

Dumb stripper!

But I had to admit: Alex had good taste.

Emily (or simply Em as Alex called her) was one beautiful woman even when dressed rather casually like she was today. Her attire had consisted of a mid-thigh red skirt, skin-colored strapless top and a pair of red slip-ons. She had long, slightly curled red hair and shinning grey eyes. I managed to see them only because I parked right in front of her. When Alex got off the bike, Emily looked me over, studying me with her eyes narrowed, but all Alex said was “that’s the daddy of my baby” and they both laughed before starting a short but heated make out session. People stared at them as they passed by, some of the men even slowing down or stopping altogether, enjoying the scene of the two hotties’ PDA. Strangely enough, it left me irritated instead of turned on.

Emily was taller than Alex so she had to slightly lean down when she was kissing the other girl. I noticed she was slender, with medium sized breasts and a pretty nice ass. Not as nice as Alex’s though.

Alexandra was the proud owner of a well-shaped, tight butt, which she accentuated on by wearing adherent clothing. An image of it, covered in silky black fabric with red lace at the edges popped in my mind from the night we spent at Angel’s and I bit my lip, thinking how much better the girl would look without the panties.

Wow! Where did that come from?

Tyson Williams, stop thinking about her and just watch the damn road!