"CODY GET YOUR SCRAWNY ASS UP! WE HAVE SCHOOL IN 30 MINUTES!"

Cody Willson sighed and pulled the small body burrowed up against her even closer but Quin merely pulled out of her arms and beamed down at her, "GET UP MOMMY!"

It was hard to believe he was four, Cody shoved some of his short blonde hair back and grinned at her little boy,"I'm up, monster!"

Quin laughed and climbed down from the bed and took off for his toy box and Cody began to get ready. 18 with a baby.

Hello MTV, Cody thought snidely, I'm like Cody and I like got pregnant at like 15!

"Mommmyyyy!" Quin lifted his arms up and his small pink bottom lip began to tremble, he knew she was leaving for school.

"Your my big man," Cody said kissing his cheeks, "Aunt Sara's going to drop you off for mommy because it's my first day at a new school too!"

Quin nodded and balefully kissed her back, "Momma will they like me?

Cody blew a raspberry as she grabbed both of their book bags and her purse, "They'd be fools not too. I love you baby bear."

Quin giggled and scrambled out of her arms to run after Sara, "I love you to Momma Bear."

The Bear sound like 'bweauury'. AWWWWWW!

Cody yelled bye over her shoulder and trudged out the door to her old jeep wrangler.

"Hello Honey Creek," Cody sighed as she began to short drive to Honey Creek high, " I'm back."

Honey Creek is a suburbf full of middle class or extremely rich. It's ride beside Beverley Hills and has the clearest, bluest ocean I've ever seen.

I sighed and shoved open the doors, the office was bustling, teachers, secertaries, and a few students were buzzing around and I practically fell onto the bar-desk thing they always have in the front office.

A lady in a bright pink (ew) pant suit glared up at me, her fire-engine coated lips curling down into a disdainful frown, "Can I help you?"

No I just shoved my way through WW3 to fucking talk.

"My name's Cody Willson," I forced a smile and kept chanting Quin's name, "I'm new here and Principal Clark said my schedule would be waiting for me."

She shoved a neon white sheet of paper in front of me and went back to clicking on her out dated Windows 97.

I had Trig on Mondays and Calculus on Tuesdays, biology and Life Sciences, Cultural Studies, Gym and Chorus.

This would be easy.

I pushed my way through the kids, everyone was like a mess of swarming bees and I wanted to punch the person who first thought 'hey jabbing people with your elbows is a fucking Class A idea'.

Room 120 was on the other end of the school and I found it with only five minutes to spare. If It was like this the rest of the year I was fucked.

The teacher was int he very back and I could feel eyes on me as I walked through the neatly rowed desks and towards a very plump man in the back.

"Hi I'm your-"

"New Student. Yes," He bobbed his head and pointed to a seat right next to his desk, "You'll be sitting here, and if by any chance Wyler's in class today tell him just to sit next too, okay dear?"

I nodded and plopped down. New kid was easy. My nerves weren't jumping anymore, that wierd tingly feeling you get on the first day was gone and I felt myself relax against the cold, plastic seat.

The teacher waddled, I shall call him Mr. Penguin, up to the front of the board and began scribbling numbers across it in chalk.

"You know the drill class," Mr. Penguin set down the chalk and glared at us," DO the equations or Just sit their, I'm going to the teacher's lounge."

With that He was gone. Wtf.

Don't get me wrong, I hate school, but I had to go to college so me and Quin would live a good life, I was bettering myself for him as cliche as it sounds.

Before I popped him out I was a total 'I do what I fucking want and I say what the fuck is on my mind 'cause you fucking suck and I fucking Don't 'Type of girl, now? Not so much. I have my back-bone I just had to curb my tongue and shit.

I mean if Quin picked up on my language...He'd be a mini fricking Charlie Sheen.

"Uhm Hi!"

Blonde. Low cut shirt. Squeaky voice. Short Skirt. And they say Stereo types are just made up...

"Hi."

"I'm Jenny."

Go figure.

"You must be new here."

You don't say !

She giggled and flipped her hair over her shoulder, "You totes should sit with me and my friends at lunch."

Uhm. Hell to the No, Jenny.

"No thanks," I raise my eyebrows and nod towards her friends as if to say' fuck off' in a nice way, "But thanks for offering."

She drifted off, like literally her air-head just shot her straight from the ground and she rejoined her friends.

"Awhh You don't like Jenny?"

I looked at the boy next to me and rolled my eyes, "obviously you don't either," I replied nodding to his Gay Pride t-shirt.

He grinned and leaned closer to me, "Touche. I'm Drew."

"Cody," I raised my hand before he could open his mouth, "My Dad was hoping for a boy."

"Welcome to Hoe Camp Hell School."

"I've lived here before," I informed him, "I moved when I was thirteen."

Drew snorted and leaned back in his chair, "And you came back? What the fuck's wrong with you?"

I shrugged and stared at my nails, " I have 4 year old son, My parents are traveling professors, so I decided to come live with My aunt and finish out the school year."

Drew's eyes were wide and I realized he was probably shocked so I took out my Phone and pointed at Quin's face with a proud smile, "His name's Quin."

Drew blinked and gave me a secretive smile, "I like You. You have a kid, You're a natural blonde, and your sarcastic. Your my new friend."

I nodded and returned his smile, "That'd be cool. Your flamboyantly gay but you don't dress better than me, your funny, and yo don't think It's odd that I got knocked up when I was 15. We'll get along swimmingly."

And we did, so much so that during Gym (another class we conveniently have together) we sat on the bleachers and he pointed out his brothers jersey and began rattling off every embarrassing thing he could never tell anyone before.

"Well Wyler use to be terrified of those Goats that fall over when You scream," Drew smirked when his brother barely missed getting trucked, "And he's still afraid of old people."

"Old people are scary," I shuddered, "We have this old lady across the street named Ms. Winters and she and her gnomes-""

"-Stare at you!" Drew Booy-yahed and did this wierd dance, "We live close by each other!"

I gave him a droll stare and tugged on my gym shorts, "Uhm Duh. We live in a small suburban town."

"Could I come by sometime and meet Quin?" Drew asked, practically hopping around in his seat.

Protective Mama Bear Mode:ON.

"I'd have to get to know you better, "I informed him honestly, "I don't really like bringing people around him so maybe in 3 weeks?"

Drew seemed to accept this and he began to complain as his brother, Who was glaring dangers at him.

"Wyler's a complete Whore," Drew pointed to the gaggle (Lol ...Gaggle!) of small girls by the football field, "Everyone of those girls are at his beck and call to fuck and I'm being completely legit."

"Girls are such idiots sometimes."

Drew nodded and stuck out his lips in a ghetto pose, "Mhmm Honey Boo-boo. You got dat right, dem stupid hoes daking he gon just let them be up on his dick when der be like five udder girls waiting to get a second job going when she be gone!"

I burst out laughing and had to brace my hands infront of me so I wouldn't fall.

"You crack me up!" I took deep breaths to try and calm the giggles but we both ended up just bursting out laughing again.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear," Drew blew his brother a kiss as the foot-baller easily jogged up the bleachers to where we were sitting at the very top.

Wyler was indeed gorgeous, he had light brown hair with sun streaked strands all through it, smooth tan skin, a strong jaw, sooty eye lashes and deep set azure teal blue eyes.

Sex on legs would describe him, I think.

"I'm Wyler, "He stuck out his hand with a wide grin and I shook it and raised my eyebrows, " Cody."

"Yo fuck-boy," Drew stould up punched his brother in the arm, " Sexy Beast here has to go, right Codster?"

I winked at Drew and stould up, "That I do Moutain Drew, I'll see about bringing Quin to meet you."

"Me and Wyler go to the park to play ball every Tuesday, bring him by!" Dre called as I trudged down the bleachers and I waved in return, excitement building when I thought about seeing my little man again.