Chapter 19
“Calm your man–tits, bro.” I start. “We’re doing the baby project in Early Childhood.”
Max snatches Kamri from me and shoves her in Dylan’s face. “Dylan, this is little Kamri, Kamri this is uncle Dildo.”
“Dildo?” I choke back a laugh. “Max, you will not teach our daughter such words!”
“Daughter?” Noah’s deep emotionless voice comes from behind us.
“Yup.” Max smiles widely. “Kamri, meet your uncle Noah, Noah meet Kamri.”
Noah raises an eyebrow, looking between Max, Kamri and I before focusing on Dylan.
“They’re doing the baby project in Early Childhood.” Dylan explains simply.
“Well, good luck with that.” Noah says, leaning on my locker.
“Why?” I crinkle my nose up slightly.
Why the hell is he wishing us good luck?
“We did that baby project in Health, freshman year.” He shrugs. “Not as easy as you’d think.”
All we have to do is take care of an electronic baby doll. How hard could it be?
Extremely hard. Taking care of a stuPID ELECTRONIC BABY DOLL IS EXTREMELY FUCKING HARD!
Max and I decided that I would take Kamri home with me for the first night and everything was going well until now.
And by now I mean two in the fUCKING MORNING!
THE GODDAMN PIECE OF
- ” Sear WON’T
STOP FUCKING CRYING.
“Come on, pick up the damn phone, ass clown!” I growl, ringing Max for the thousandth time in the last ten minutes.
It’s a good thing my mum decided to go out and get stoned or whatever, because if she were home she would’ve had my head by now.
I am not about to deal with this little devil–child at two in the damn morning!
I slip my hoodie on, along with a pair of slides before going outside and climbing down the drainpipe next to my balcony.
“IT’S TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?! AND WHY THE FUCK CAN I HEAR A CRYING BABY–Carter?” Noah cuts
himself off when he sees me standing outside the front door.
He steps outside, shutting the door, before staring at me with an eyebrow raised.
Stop doing that stupid eyebrow raise. You look too hot for your own good!
“This stupid piece of plastic won’t stop crying!” I shout.
“What do you want me to do about it?” He questions.
“I don’t know, breast feed it, burp it? Just make it stop!” I exclaim, pushing the doll into his muscular chest. The stupid thing stops crying as soon as Noah touches it, making me narrow my eyes.
“Why should I? She’s not my electronic daughter.” Noah rolls his eyes. “Plus, I told you this would be hard.”
What would be hard? Taking care of the baby or your d-
OH MY GOD, SHUT UP, NEVAEH!
“Carter, you’re freezing, why the hell did you show up here in booty shorts?” Noah takes note of my shaking figure and the goosebumps on my legs.
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Chapter 19
“What was I supposed to do? Put on sweatpants?”
“Yes!” He raises his voice before calming down. “Some people were dropped on their heads as babies. You, Carter, were thrown at a damn wall!”
“Hey, 1–”
“Just get your arse inside so I can get you a blanket or something before you catch a cold!”
“So from everything you’ve just said, I’ve gathered that this piece of plastic like you better than Max, but likes me better than you.” Noah summarises, cradling Kamri with one arm and handing me a mug of hot chocolate with the other.
I struggle to get my arm out of the blanket.
I’m a burrito.
A seventeen year old burrito baby.
As soon as I stepped into the house Noah wrapped me in three blankets and threw me on the couch.
And the whole time he didn’t put Kamri down.
“Sho–Thanks, pebble.” I stop myself from saying shot as I eventually get a hand free and take the mug from Noah. “And the piece of plastic has a name. It’s Kamri.”
He rolls his eyes before a confused expression makes its way onto his pretty -I mean ugly, face as he sits down next to me.
“Pebble?”
I hum, taking a sip of my hot chocolate. “Well, you never show any damn emotion, and you’re like a bloody rock. But you’re not Dwayne ‘the Rock‘ Johnson, so I settled with pebble.”
He blinks, staring at me.
“Pebble?” He repeats.
faker
“Well, you call me Carter!” I exclaim.
“Carter, there are better nicknames out there then Pebble.” He tells me. “Or better yet, just don’t give me a nickname.”
“Yeah, okay, now that I know you don’t want a nickname, I’m definitely going to give you one.” I state, taking another sip of my hot chocolate.
“Carter.” He groans.
“Pebble.” I mimic him.
“Right, what are you going to call me then?” He turns to sit on the couch so he’s facing me, Kamri still in his arms. “Because I’m sure as hell not letting
you
leave this house calling me Pebble.”
I open my mouth to answer but nothing comes out. I look at Noah, smiling sheepishly. “Uhhh, you’re gonna have to give me some time to think about that.”
I see the corner of his mouth turn up a bit but he forces It down. “Alright, Carter. Whatever.”
