I'm a Teenage Father [[4]]

                                    

                                          
I'm a Teenage Father
                          
[[4]]
                          
"Santana, what are you doing here?" I asked. Santana looked a little taken back but she smiled.
                          
"I returned your jacket. The one you let me borrow last night." she handed me my blue Vans jacket. Wow, I had to be really, REALLY drunk to give this to her. I never had anyone, besides me, wear it. It was only for one body.
                          
"Oh, well, thanks." I stepped out of the door and closed it behind me. 
                          
"Um, you didn't have to do this. you know, bringing my jacket back to me. you could've, um, given it back to me a little later." I said.
                          
"Oh, well, I had nothing to do. Besides, if I had a Vans jacket, I would let not one single person wear but me." Santana smiled. I grinned back, thinking the same thing.
                          
"How'd you know where I lived?" I asked.
                          
Santana turned red but spoke. "Erin told me. she's pretty cold but her cousin scares me."
                          
"Owen? Yeah, I think he creeps everybody out." I laughed nervously. 
                          
"Well, um, I guess I'll see you at school." Santana smiled. 
                          
I nodded. "Yeah, hey, you wanna go somewhere? Like, to dinner or some shit?" GOD!! 'Some shit?' who says that when you're trying to ask out a girl!?
                          
Santana looked surprised. "Really? You're asking ME?"
                          
I smiled mischievously. "Yeah, you're the only girl in front of me." 
                          
Santana laughed. "I guess I cant make up any other excuse. Yeah. I mean, yes. I'll go 'to dinner or some shit' with you."
                          
I had to laugh at that. "Okay. Sorry for my excellent adolescent vocabulary."
                          
"Adolescent? Since when did you become an adult?" Santana grinned.
                          
"DADDY!! I cant get my shoes on!!" Zoey yelled. I turned around then I turned back to Santana.
                          
"Is that your little sister?" Santana asked.
                          
I hesitated then said. "Yeah, my dad is out and he'll be back. I was suppose to tell her that."
                          
Santana said. "Oh, well, I better get going." Santana turned but I caught her wrist before she walked away. I pulled her to me but I didn't mean to pull her too close. Her body and mine connected in a way. It was...fascinating to me but it ended too quickly when I stepped back.
                          
"Um, where do you live? I'll pick you up." I said. Santana dug in her pocket then she pulled out a pen. She took my arm from the side and she scribbled something from my arm. I looked at her with amusement. She was so different from Darcy. Darcy is Zoey's mother if I forgot to mention that. Darcy was always so hesitant but her beauty took me away. Santana? She was perfect. She wasn't afraid to go out there and she got my humor. With Darcy, she would take it literally and she usually got mad at me. 
                          
"There. I'll see you...?" Santana trailed off.
                          
"Saturday night. Which is tomorrow." I smiled. 
                          
"Thank God. I literally didn't know tomorrow was Saturday." Santana said sarcastically. I smiled and she waved by. She got into her Bug, and drove out of the property. Someone opened the door behind me and I saw it was Zoey. I picked her up and she hung on to me.
                          
"Who was that pwetty girl? Was she mommy?" Zoey asked. I turned around and went back into the house. I'm not going to tell the truth to Zoey. I'm not going to tell her that her mother didn't want her and left both of us. No, I wasn't going to do that. Maybe someday, but not this day.
                          
"My friend. don't say daddy to me around her. Say that I'm your brother. What am I?" I said.
                          
"My daddy!!" Zoey hugged me so tight.
                          
"Zo!!"
                          
"But, but, but she's not here right now!! You're my daddy!!" she cried. Oh no, I could tell she doesn't like Santana. 
                          
I looked around and then I saw my mom's Mercedes come around the pathway. They parked in the lot and I saw Mom get out. I saw the door open and there stood Valen. My brother. He went around then he opened the back door. I saw Sarah step out then  little boy. 
                          
THEY HAVE A SON!?
                          
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I know this is short but I just wrote it. I'm VEGAS and I forgot my flashdrive at home. I was going to upload it yesterday but Vegas was last minute. So, enjoy! Oh, my other story will be posted, hopefully, by Wednesday. It's a long chapter and I'm still writing it.
                          
Xoxo!! Lol. (: