jasmyn
f r e e b i r d
JADE JENNINGS
@ g e t j a d e d
Nothing beats good sex, except for good sex in a place you shouldn't be doing it in. Jade was all about the thrill after all. This hadn't been what she'd meant to meet up with him for if she was being honest but she couldn't help herself. FUCK OFF. He looked hot as hell in his uniform and Jade was...well, Jade.
One thing led to another and before she knew it she was pulling her pants back up while he gave the "this was a one-time thing" farewell as if they hadn't done this same dance a thousand times. "We both know that's a lie, Rivera," she called out as he vanished, leaving her alone. A deep sigh escaped her lips before she turned on her heels and walked into one of the bathroom stalls.
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One hundred seventy-five, one hundred seventy-six, one hundred seventy-seven... Oh, fuck this! Three seconds couldn't matter much.
With a simple flick of her wrist, Jade turned the white stick over to find out if she was going to be celebrating or mourning her youth tonight.
HERE GOES NOTHING.
One pink li-
FUCK FUCK FUCK. FUCK.
No, no. It was definitely two. Two pink lines.
Jade Jennings was fucking pregnant.
She let out a very loud curse word as she slammed a hand into the stall door, the rattle echoing through the restroom. How could she have been so stupid? Sure, Jade had been a pretty reckless teen especially lately but come on. Birth control had been her best friend since her thirteenth birthday and she hadn't skipped a pill. Had she? No, no way. She would remember...
Damn things were supposed to prevent babies and clearly, that was a scam because it didn't fucking work. Maybe step-daddy Warbucks could sue the entire company and get her and baby daddy a hefty settlement.
CUE THE EYE FUCKING ROLL.
How ironic though that she was sitting here on homecoming night of her senior year, almost perfectly mirroring her mother's own experiences. Go figure. Speaking of her mother. Fuck. The woman was going to absolutely freak.
Ms. Jennings was all obsessed with trying to fit in with the high-dollar snobs. All she talked about was her wedding to this man (who Jade was convinced she barely liked) and attaining this status she was so desperate to show off like a trophy. Fucking weird-ass cult things.
What? That's what it seemed like to her.
They all expected each other to act and dress a certain way, they had three main hobbies: brag about their kids and rich-people stuff, try to one-up each other, and gossip gossip gossip. Which they did all while they drank way too much wine and popped whatever pills made them emotionless to the fact that their husbands are either corrupt, cheating on them, or both.
She wouldn't be shocked to find out they did sacrifices every Tuesday.
Anyway, that was the real reason her mother would even care about this situation in the slightest. Her new image would be tainted before she really even had a chance to fully make it in with the real bitchy housewives of Auburn Springs. This news was sure to make even bigger waves than when people found out that a bridger whore and her daughter had moved in.
Hey, at least they were sure to be a hot topic at parties again!
If her mother didn't give her the biggest hypocritical lecture about her "latest stunt" then she was sure to finally kick her to the curb. She'd talked about it enough after all, and Jade had continued to push the limits. This would probably be the final straw. But then again...maybe they never had to know.
It wasn't like she was going to keep the alien thing growing in her body anyway. Right? Like...she couldn't. For starters, she wasn't even sure if she LIKED kids. She hadn't really been around many. What if she hated them? What if they hated her? What if it came out ugly or she accidentally dropped it?
She glanced back down at the test in her hand as if that would magically change the results or something. News flash, it fucking didn't.
How could Jade, of all people, raise a tiny human being? The blonde could barely keep herself out of trouble, not that she tried very hard, but you get the point. She wouldn't be a very good example for a child. Shit, she'd probably forget to feed it or it would get into her pot or something.
Which reminded her of the whole "changing your entire lifestyle" thing? Yeah. She just didn't wanna do that. Jade liked her life as is. okay? Doing whatever and whoever she wanted whenever she wanted. She didn't have anyone else in her way or to worry about and it worked for her. Jade liked her life with no fucking strings or attachments.
So, it was settled.
...
...
Right?
Honestly, she had no clue what she was going to do but right now she needed to get the hell out of this stuffy stall. It was starting to feel like it was going to close in on her. Her free hand shot out against the door shoving it wide open so that she could step out and up to one of the sinks. "Fucking he-" she started, only to be interrupted by a slightly familiar voice.
"Knocked up? Thought it'd be sooner. Who's the lucky father?"
Jade's light green eyes, which had been previously fixated on the mirror, shot in the direction that the voice had come from. Her glare only softening when she recognized the source. Of course, had it been anyone else she would've threatened to beat them to a pulp if they didn't keep quiet and get lost but circumstances were special here.
"Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe I'll let them draw straws. Loser has to sign the birth certificate," Jade quipped back, even though she knew exactly who the contestants were. Jade might've gotten around but she kept track of who she was fucking...kinda. Whatever.
She leaned back, steadying herself on the ceramic sink while a smirk tugged at her lips. "So, what are you doing here anyway?" she questioned, giving her guest the once over. "Come to cheer on an old friend?" she added teasingly.
One thing led to another and before she knew it she was pulling her pants back up while he gave the "this was a one-time thing" farewell as if they hadn't done this same dance a thousand times. "We both know that's a lie, Rivera," she called out as he vanished, leaving her alone. A deep sigh escaped her lips before she turned on her heels and walked into one of the bathroom stalls.
----
One hundred seventy-five, one hundred seventy-six, one hundred seventy-seven... Oh, fuck this! Three seconds couldn't matter much.
With a simple flick of her wrist, Jade turned the white stick over to find out if she was going to be celebrating or mourning her youth tonight.
HERE GOES NOTHING.
One pink li-
FUCK FUCK FUCK. FUCK.
No, no. It was definitely two. Two pink lines.
Jade Jennings was fucking pregnant.
She let out a very loud curse word as she slammed a hand into the stall door, the rattle echoing through the restroom. How could she have been so stupid? Sure, Jade had been a pretty reckless teen especially lately but come on. Birth control had been her best friend since her thirteenth birthday and she hadn't skipped a pill. Had she? No, no way. She would remember...
Damn things were supposed to prevent babies and clearly, that was a scam because it didn't fucking work. Maybe step-daddy Warbucks could sue the entire company and get her and baby daddy a hefty settlement.
CUE THE EYE FUCKING ROLL.
How ironic though that she was sitting here on homecoming night of her senior year, almost perfectly mirroring her mother's own experiences. Go figure. Speaking of her mother. Fuck. The woman was going to absolutely freak.
Ms. Jennings was all obsessed with trying to fit in with the high-dollar snobs. All she talked about was her wedding to this man (who Jade was convinced she barely liked) and attaining this status she was so desperate to show off like a trophy. Fucking weird-ass cult things.
What? That's what it seemed like to her.
They all expected each other to act and dress a certain way, they had three main hobbies: brag about their kids and rich-people stuff, try to one-up each other, and gossip gossip gossip. Which they did all while they drank way too much wine and popped whatever pills made them emotionless to the fact that their husbands are either corrupt, cheating on them, or both.
She wouldn't be shocked to find out they did sacrifices every Tuesday.
Anyway, that was the real reason her mother would even care about this situation in the slightest. Her new image would be tainted before she really even had a chance to fully make it in with the real bitchy housewives of Auburn Springs. This news was sure to make even bigger waves than when people found out that a bridger whore and her daughter had moved in.
Hey, at least they were sure to be a hot topic at parties again!
If her mother didn't give her the biggest hypocritical lecture about her "latest stunt" then she was sure to finally kick her to the curb. She'd talked about it enough after all, and Jade had continued to push the limits. This would probably be the final straw. But then again...maybe they never had to know.
It wasn't like she was going to keep the alien thing growing in her body anyway. Right? Like...she couldn't. For starters, she wasn't even sure if she LIKED kids. She hadn't really been around many. What if she hated them? What if they hated her? What if it came out ugly or she accidentally dropped it?
She glanced back down at the test in her hand as if that would magically change the results or something. News flash, it fucking didn't.
How could Jade, of all people, raise a tiny human being? The blonde could barely keep herself out of trouble, not that she tried very hard, but you get the point. She wouldn't be a very good example for a child. Shit, she'd probably forget to feed it or it would get into her pot or something.
Which reminded her of the whole "changing your entire lifestyle" thing? Yeah. She just didn't wanna do that. Jade liked her life as is. okay? Doing whatever and whoever she wanted whenever she wanted. She didn't have anyone else in her way or to worry about and it worked for her. Jade liked her life with no fucking strings or attachments.
So, it was settled.
...
...
Right?
Honestly, she had no clue what she was going to do but right now she needed to get the hell out of this stuffy stall. It was starting to feel like it was going to close in on her. Her free hand shot out against the door shoving it wide open so that she could step out and up to one of the sinks. "Fucking he-" she started, only to be interrupted by a slightly familiar voice.
"Knocked up? Thought it'd be sooner. Who's the lucky father?"
Jade's light green eyes, which had been previously fixated on the mirror, shot in the direction that the voice had come from. Her glare only softening when she recognized the source. Of course, had it been anyone else she would've threatened to beat them to a pulp if they didn't keep quiet and get lost but circumstances were special here.
"Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe I'll let them draw straws. Loser has to sign the birth certificate," Jade quipped back, even though she knew exactly who the contestants were. Jade might've gotten around but she kept track of who she was fucking...kinda. Whatever.
She leaned back, steadying herself on the ceramic sink while a smirk tugged at her lips. "So, what are you doing here anyway?" she questioned, giving her guest the once over. "Come to cheer on an old friend?" she added teasingly.
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