Trailer Park Princess (14 page)

Rory’s motions are getting to me. I let my head loll to the side, forgetting myself for a moment. Before I realize what I’m doing, I am trying to unsnap her bra. Luckily, reality hits me, and I just grip her back as hard as I can and push her down a little harder, resulting in another moan from us both. Maybe if I get off like this, I won’t have blue balls tomorrow.

“Princess, I want you more than anything. Never think you aren’t loved or cherished. As bad as I want this with you, I know it would kill you tomorrow. I want all of you. Everything that is you, I want to be mine, but your heart is not here…not yet.” I strangle on the comment. It’s hard to push out with all the dry humping she is giving me, but I want her to know I am hers whenever she wants me. I’d give anything to be to her what she is to me. She doesn’t see it. It has always been Toby. It likely always will be.
DAMN
! She is getting at it, and my pants have no more room to give. She is panting my name and moving in a perfect figure eight pattern. Why can’t she see she was made for me, not him?

(Rory)

If I can go just a few more…
I push down and squeeze my hips. The feeling between my legs feels like nothing I have ever felt. I rock harder.  Up. Down. Up. Down. “Ohh, Rome!” I all but scream as my release takes me over. I lay my head down on his shoulder and bite the side of his neck once, hard. He grips me tight into one of his famous hugs. I love him to the extreme, just not like I should. However, maybe I could if I tried…

I wake the next morning with Rome still beside me. His pants are still on, and my top is still off.
Fuck my life!
He must have passed out right after what happened between us last night. As memories fill my mind, I groan. I am so groggy that when I stand, I almost fall. Rome’s hand shoots out, and he steadies me, like he always does. I cross my arms over my chest and stare at him. I refuse to let this be weird. Even if my skirt is up around my waist, and I am aware of something hardened rubbing my thigh. 
Ew! I need to change my panties STAT!

Rome pulls the cover back, patting the bed. “Lay back down, Princess. Just twenty more minutes, please, and then I’ll walk you home.”

My face turns the color of a tomato as I stare at Rome’s pants. My eyes are all bugged out, my mouth hanging open. “Oh my gosh, Rome, I am so stupid.” I throw my hands over my face, and he giggles.
Yes, giggles at me!
Girly giggles at me!
When I lower my hands, I see him staring at his pants, too. It is obvious I enjoyed myself because my panties are not the only thing covered in my lady liquids. Open up, floor, right now, and swallow me please; I beg you.

“Why is it your nose runs and your feet smell? Why, when you sit up and sit down, does it end in the same result?” I am spouting off crazy shit in my nervousness again.
  Rome knows how I get, so he just lets me ramble.

“OK
, Princess, no more sleep; I get it. Give me a few to change, and we’ll walk over.” He gets up, kisses the top of my head, and hands me one of his hoodies. I zip it up and straighten my skirt while he throws on some comfy, overly-large sweats and a t-shirt, never once flinching when he drops his pants.
Dear Night! He doesn’t wear underpants
! Why must he be so beautiful and sweet? I should stop making an ass of myself and appreciate what I have in him. He is by far my best friend. He would do anything to keep me safe. He never pushes me and always supports me. He does it in a way that Toby never did. I shake the thoughts away and yawn. I cannot get hung up like this. I cannot take the chance of ever losing him. Then, it hits me. Losing something. I could lose my baby after last night’s stunt. I didn’t know I was drinking, but nevertheless, I need to deal with it now. “Rome, can you take me to the doctor’s office, please? I need to get checked out after last night.”

He smiles. “Yep,
let me make sure the boys are OK. I sent them over to the sitter last night when Mando called me. They should still be asleep.” While he checks on the boys, I call my doctor and brace myself for the ass-chewing coming. Not only am I pregnant, I am still underage.

My heart breaks even more, if that is even possible. Watching Amandolette put her bags into her mom’s car is killing me. “I cannot believe you’re leaving tomorrow. It’s just crazy,” I say to her for the fourth time in as many minutes. “Are you going to be OK that far away and alone?” She has no idea how worried I am about her. She’s lived such a sheltered life.

“I will be fine, Chula. Besides, I’ll be back in four months for winter break.” She smiles at me from behind her huge Gucci shades. “You are the one who has to be watched. What were you thinking the other night? I mean, come on, crazy girl; you can’t go drinking and doing stupid stuff like that. Rome’s going to have to tighten your leash so I can actually study while I’m gone.”

I push past her to rearrange the way she has packed the trunk. “Yeah, not necessary; that scared me to death. I don’t know why I ever trusted Ashley. I knew better. Without you here I won’t be hanging at any parties, so it’s not an issue.” Closing the trunk, I look at her and smile. “I will not mess up again, I promise.”

It is going to be so lonely with her not around. She’s my only girlfriend. “Hey, did Rome tell you he got a promotion at work?” She turns to me, and I see she is wiping tears from her face.

“No, man, I am right here and already missing it all.” She wipes again.

“No, he hasn’t really told anyone but me, I guess, but yeah, he got manager over the entire department. It’s awesome because he already did it all anyway. Now, he will have the pay to go along with it. He really loves being a grease monkey. He’s really good at it, but he is an even better musician. Too bad that can’t pay the bills.” We hug each other tight.

“Yeah, but he is happy, Rory, and honestly, that’s all that matters. Hell, it’s more than most of us ever get, ya know.”

I look at her quizzically. “You aren’t happy?” I ask.

“Yeah, I am, I guess. I just cannot believe I am leaving you here, and my Gran. I don’t want to be so far, but it’s the best school for what I want to do. It’s just hard, but we will get through this. Then, my baby will be dressed to impress.”  I hug her close again and do what I do best.

“Hey, did you know ‘samba’ means to rub navels together?” With that, all the sadness starts to disappear.

“I love you, Rory. Not that cheesy, shitty love either. You know, the kind dreams are made of. You are my unicorn, crazy girl. You are untouchable, and you are the kind of girl meant to run free. You taught me to be me and be happy just like that. Thank you for being the best friend I have ever had or will ever have!”

I spend the next few weeks mourning Toby and Mando, but I have to step up and deal with it because it’s getting closer to finding out the sex of the baby. I still haven’t told Toby, but at some point, I need to. It’s not like I haven’t tried. I called, but his number has been changed. There are so many things to come over the next few weeks; it makes me tired just thinking about it all.

This chair is digging into my lower back as I look around at all the people in the room. I cannot believe I am doing this. I mean, it doesn’t really matter, and it makes the most sense, but I always saw myself walking. I hear my name, stand up, and walk towards the door. “You have ninety minutes for each section. Keep your eyes on your screen.” I nod my head, letting her know I understand, and take my seat at the boxed-in computer. “We’ve upgraded a lot, so by the time you finish, we will have most of your scores. If you have time to wait, we will be able to give out the results today. About a fifteen minutes wait, I’d say.” I just stare at the screen and nod my head again. I breeze through the questions as if it’s nothing, and within four hours, everything is done. They claimed this was a seven to eight hour test. Oh well, guess they can’t tell time. I hit the ‘Finish’ button and make my way back to the waiting area. I look around, and I am the youngest one here. All the other people look to be in their thirties or forties, even some in maybe their sixties. I put my hands on my legs, feeling like a loser, and wait. Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

“Aurora Wilde?” I stand and walk to the lady at the counter. She smiles at me and hands me a piece of paper. “Congrats, sweet, you passed with a perfect score.” I smile for the first time since I walked in. Just like that, I tested out of high school. Now, I am free to work full-time! I take a minute to think about the pro’s we listed. The main one is a better life for the baby and Thax; for that, I am grateful. I pull out my cell and text Rome.

-
I did it. I tested out with a perfect score!

I know he’s working, but he will get it when he takes a break. I walk over to his car and climb in, so thankful he let me use it for this. Walking here would have killed me. With Amandolette gone, Rome is my only option these days. It’s a good thing he has his bike. It works for us when it has to.

I am almost to the house when I pass by this little baby store. I haven’t bought much for the baby due to a lack of funds, but I want to celebrate, so I stop and go in. I walk around and look at everything for a bit. I stop at some onesies that have funny sayings. As I dig through them, I think about Toby. He should be helping, but the only way he will ever know is if I go to his parents’ house to get his new number.
Something I do not want to do
. I grab a onesie that says, “Potty Like a Rockstar” and walk to the counter. Rome will crack up at that one. The woman at the counter looks at me and smiles. “Someone’s going to be a big sister,” she says.

I reply in a deadpan voice, “Excuse me?”

She instantly realizes her screw up. “Oh, I didn’t mean it that way; I am so sorry. You just look so young.” I roll my eyes. “Here, take these; I really am sorry.” She throws a big red bow and headband in the bag. “If it’s a girl, this will match the outfit.” She smiles and grabs a black beanie. “And if it’s a boy, this will match it.” She smiles again, but it’s mixed with fear and sadness. I take the bag and grab the change. “Thank you,” is all I can give her before I walk out with my bag of baby goodies.

I am almost home when I do a u-turn and head for crosstown. I have to go talk to Mrs. West right now. If I wait, I will chicken out. I know I should talk to Rome and see what he thinks. He is so rational, but I can’t wait; I have to do it now! I am so messed up in the head. I don’t even know what I want anymore. Pulling up the long driveway, looking at the towering house, I shudder. My palms are sweating, and my head is pounding, but I have to do it. I jam the car in Park and step out, making my way up to the door. Before I can knock, the door flies open, and I jump.

“What do you want?” I look up into the wicked witch’s evil eyes, where I see nothing but sheer hatred. “Tobias isn’t here anymore thanks to you.” I blink and compose myself.
Deep breath
.

“I am aware of that, Mrs. West, but if you will give me just a few minutes of your time, I think we should talk.” She stares for what seems like forever. Finally closing the door, she walks over to the two rockers on the porch and gestures for me to do the same.

“You have five minutes, Aurora; I shouldn’t even give you that.” I sit down and look at my feet, trying to figure out how to start.

“I just need to talk to him. I know he is at school and moving on with his life; however, I have some important news he should know about.” I look up at her. Big mistake. She has this nasty look on her face, and it’s stone. She’s not even blinking; I swear. I doubt she’s even breathing at this point.

“What news?” she asks, and I swear, I feel like she already knows. “WHAT NEWS?!” she screams at me, making me jump again. It pisses me off, and I stare into her eyes with all the anger and hatred I have saved up.

“I’m pregnant, and I know for a fact it’s his. I slept with him once, and that’s the only time I have ever had sex. I need to tell your perfect son that he knocked me up!” I stand up, causing the rocker to slide back a bit. I don’t know why I have so much anger built up. It’s not really me, but ever since I met Toby, it just happens; and honestly, I hate it.

“I believe you.”

I blink at her. “WHAT?”

She drops her head, and I barely hear it. “I believe you, Aurora. Tobias is going to be something one day, and this will ruin it for him. He cannot come back here to take care of you and it; he can’t. I won’t let you do that to him. He’s worked hard, and you are just some little piece of trash from over the tracks. I’m sorry, but you know it’s true. You were never meant to be a part of his world.”

I can’t even picture what my face looks like right now. Everything she’s saying is just matter of fact, not her being nasty. It hurts all the same, though.

“What will it take to make you go away? Is it too late to get rid of it? I am willing to do that for you and pay all the costs, including time missed from work. I know you support your brother and cannot miss, but just as you do what’s right for him, I have to protect Tobias.”

I shake my head and start to walk away. I get to the steps and turn back to her. “I would never get rid of my baby, no matter what. I don’t want anything from you at all except a number for Toby. I will support this child the same as I do Thaxton. But Toby will know, you ungrateful, judgmental, wicked bitch. You can tell him, or I’ll figure out a way. I go next week to find out the sex, but I won’t be back here. No worries of that.”

I walk to the car, making sure I don’t cry. As I open the door, I hear her say, “I never disliked you, Aurora; I just wanted better for him, and what you’re doing is bad for him. I cannot let that happen.” I look up at the sky squinting. “What are you doing, you horrible girl?” she screeches at me from the steps. It makes me laugh.

“Just waiting for the house to drop on you, Mrs. West; that’s all.” I smile and slam the car door, the need to cry now gone. I feel better knowing it’s not just on me now. I tried.

Rome comes bouncing into my trailer, covered in grease, with his two rugrats in tow. “Well, well, what do we have here? A Princess with a G.E.D! What!” He hugs me tight.

“Eww, Rome, you’re filthy; get off.” I laugh, shove him back, and stir the mac and cheese. “You guys want some?  I made three boxes, so there should be enough for all of us.”

He smiles. “Yup. Can the boys sit with you while I go shower before I come back?”

I nod my head up and down. “Of course, they’re always welcome here; you know that. Oh, and your keys are by the door. Thanks so much.” He grabs the keys and heads out.

“Thax, come on,” I call to him while shoveling the boys each a bowl of cheesy, heavenly noodles. He slides into a seat, and the boys are set and eating by the time Rome makes it back. I make us both plates and set them down on the coffee table.