Enemies with Babies

ten || intervention

This was unfair.

Summer vacation was supposed to be something that I was supposed to remember years after, especially the summer after graduating from high school. Instead, I would be spending it alone and pregnant, probably discussing the weather with any people that chose not to go on holiday.

Gina suggested going shopping, however, a last minute phone call from work demolished that plan, leaving me to just sit in my room and watch TV. For the first hour after Gina left for work, I resorted to Netflix.

However, I turned it off after quickly getting bored, and resorted to just staring at the ceiling. Though, that got boring, obviously.

I was tempted to call Alex and talk to him, but considering the fact he was probably on the plane now, half-way into his journey to LA, I decided to leave it. I refused to be clingy – our past relationship proves me to be the opposite of clingy, and that's how I would remain.

Eventually, after a few moments of being within my thoughts, I heard the door rattle. Running downstairs, I observed my dad walking through the door, a smile emitting on his face the moment he saw me.

"Hello, pumpkin." My dad came forward to give me a hug.

I smiled, returning the hug. "Hey, dad. Gina had an emergency shift at work, so she won't be back for another two hours."

My dad nodded in acknowledgement. He then walked into the living room, and I decided to follow him.

"What do you think about ordering Chinese today?" My dad asked me after switching on the TV.

I told him I was craving it the moment he mentioned it, so my dad decided to order. As he was on the phone ordering some food for us to eat for dinner, my phone rang. After taking it out of my hoodie's pocket – an old one I used to wear for gym class when hoodies were still a thing for that class – I realised it was Daisy calling me.

"Hey, Daisy." I sat down on the sofa, watching as my dad left the room to give me space to talk.

"Kelsie! How are you?" She asked, a radio playing in the background.

I envied the fact she was going on holiday. My dad and Gina didn't plan anything for the summer since they were planning on going to Ibiza and leaving me to do as I wished. Obviously, things have changed.

"I'm fine. Enjoying summer?" Why was this conversation so awkward?

"Yeah, I guess. I'm mostly excited to just hang out with friends and family."

Suddenly, I understood why she called me. It wasn't because she was checking in on my summer; she done that only a few days ago. She called me as she was currently going through a crisis, or something happened and shifted her mood.

"Daisy, what happened?"

"Tyler came to my house today. He held a bunch of roses in his hands and asked for my forgiveness. He said he was a fool to have hurt me and used me, and that he wanted a second chance."

Oh hell no. That guy was trouble, and I didn't like a single nanometer of his five-foot-eleven physique. If I had to pick between Tyler and Mike, I would definitely pick Mike, considering the fact he didn't hurt my best friend.

"Oh, what a prick!" I exclaimed, quickly covering my mouth as I remembered my dad was just in the other room.

"Yeah, tell me about it. But, I took the flowers and closed the door. Kelsie, why do I still kind of like him?"

Dear lord, this was trouble.

"Daisy, get your ass over to my house pronto." I told her, before hanging up the phone.

Dashing into the hallway, I saw my dad give me a look.

"Language," he remarked.

Quickly apologising, I ran up the stairs. Tidying up a bit, I tried thinking about what Daisy just informed me in that short conversation. She couldn't possibly like Tyler after the horrible things he's done. He's like a villain from a Disney movie.

After a long time of contemplating how to approach the situation, my dad announced Daisy was here. I heard footsteps approach my room before she came in.

"Daisy, sit. Welcome to your intervention." I announced, allowing for her to sit on my bed.

"Oh goodness, Kelsie—"

Shaking my head, I stopped her from speaking. "Missy, you committed the worst sin possible: possibly liking Tyler."

Daisy gaped. "You're the one that's pregnant at seventeen!"

Ouch.

However, that was true, and I knew I would have people talking sooner or later. Better to receive it from my best friend – somebody I trust – than a stranger. Besides, it was in context, and I knew she didn't say it to hurt me.

"Hush, child. I'm here to lecture you on your proclaimed feelings towards the forbidden and preposterous Tyler.. whatever his last name is." I diverted the topic back to her, watching as her shoulders sagged.

"It's Jacobson." She muttered.

"It's unnecessary," I shot back, watching a small smile creep onto her face.

From the several interventions I've had from teachers after the many fights I've had with Alexander back in our 'nemesis' era, I should be very good at handing one.

"OK, then. Give me your words of wisdom." Giggling, she watched me in amusement.

I cleared my throat. "Well, first of all, I'm appalled that you think there may be a probability you still like Tyler."

Daisy shrugged. It seemed like she was trying to phrase a sentence from all the times she opened her mouth, only to close it again after not being able to say anything. That, or she was suddenly interested in playing charades.

"I mean, think about it, Kels. What he did to try and win you was kind of romantic." She informed me, her face nothing but serious.

Did she seriously forget the hurt she felt when he just ditched her like she was nothing? I definitely wouldn't forget the wickedness of Tyler – the tiny bit of revenge we had on him was nothing compared to the amount of tears Daisy shed for him.

"Stop – I strongly f*****g disagree. Daisy, did you forget the way he hurt you? I wouldn't call that romantic – it sounds more like a reason to get castrated by me." I shot back at Daisy, genuinely wanting to change her opinion on him.

She must have spent too much time in the science labs before senior year ended and now the fumes were affecting her body. There was no other explanation for the peculiarity of her opinion. Tyler equals evil – we both knew that.

"Of course not. But, everyone deserves a second chance, don't they?" Daisy pointed out.

Ha! If that was the case, I would still be moderately alright with Mike. Honestly, people that try and make up for their not-so-terrible actions should get second chances. Other than that, everyone can just f**k off.

"Not if their name is Tyler the Spawn of Satan," I remarked. "And what happened to waiting until college?"

Biting her lip, she looked away. "Yeah.. you're right. Maybe I'm just trying to cling onto the past." Looking at me, she smiles. "Thanks, Mum-Kelsie!"

The doorbell rang, just as I was about to embrace my victory in swaying her mind that Tyler is not a good guy to be interested in.

"It's probably the Chinese food my dad ordered. Hold on a second."

Rushing downstairs, I got the money from the kitchen and approached the door. Opening it, I looked down at the combination of notes and coins in my hand and mentally counted it.

"So, how much will it be?" I asked, slowly looking up, only to have my breath hitch in my throat.

Standing there was a dirty-blonde figure I have come to recognise from a crowd, an identity that had become an important part of my life, and two others in a few months.

"Hey, Kelsie." Alexander grinned at me.

My jaw dropped. There were a million questions flooding through my mind; such as what he was doing here, instead of a plane.

However, instead of speaking, I just placed my lips down on his. From the amount of times I stood on my tiptoes, I could probably become a bloody ballerina.

Though, from the sparks I felt from the moment our lips touched, I didn't care that I had to stand on my tiptoes.

I thought I wouldn't be able to see him for nearly three months, and here he is, kissing me.

Pulling away to prevent any touching happening – I didn't want my dad to hate my boyfriend just yet – I looked at Alex.

"What are you doing here? I thought you're going to LA today," I told him, my eyes probably blazing from the intensity of emotions I felt after seeing him.

He smiled. "I left. I packed my stuff in my backpack instead of a suitcase – which the flight attendant let me take with me inside the plane. About five minutes before take,-off, I told my parents I left something in the waiting room, so they left me leave. Instead, I just took a taxi to your house."

I laughed. He was such a weird guy sometimes – how he managed to defy his parents, considering how scary they can me, is absolutely mind-boggling to me.

"You're crazy; your parents are going to kill you." I hugged his waist, taking in the scent of him.

"I didn't want to go, anyway. And, besides, I'm only following my dad's own rule of making sure the parent isn't left on their own." Alex's grin grew wider, with me pulling away to get him inside the house.

Dragging him to my room, I shook my head – an undeniable smile evident on my face. "You won't be this confident when your parents are knocking down your door, demanding the reason behind your rebellion."

We both chuckled. Then, we entered my room. Alex and Daisy exchanged a glance, as if they were confused as to why the other was there.

"Ah, Daisy. Alex is here to celebrate my success in this intervention."

Even if I adored the fact Alex was here, I knew the moment summer ended things would get awkward and uncomfortable, especially with Alexander's parents. But, oh well – I might as well embrace now.