Teenage Matchmaker

Dinner

Jay's POV
Natasha and I are getting ready to go to dinner with Zendaya.

N: You know she doesn't like me.

J: She just hasn't warmed up to you.

N: We've been married for a year.

J: She just needs a little more time.

N: She's never gonna like me. I don't think we should do this dinner.

J: Why not?

N: Because she'll apologize, and then she'll do something else.

J: Let's be honest Natasha. You haven't made it any easier on her. Bey and I were together for 15. 2 years after we got together we had Zendaya. We had been together her entire life. When we divorced, it took a toll on Zendaya. Then you came into my life, and you just smothered her. I understand that you wanted to make sure she was okay but I think that she thought that you were trying to be her mother.

N: But I wasn't. I was trying to be her stepmother.

J: I don't think she wants that either.

N: Well we're married.

J: And she's trying to deal with that. She just wants Bey and me back together. She doesn't want to share me with you.

N: You're telling me. She freaked out about a car seat yesterday.

J: I did tell her that her seat would always be next to mine because she's my favorite girl.

N: But I'm your wife.

J: But she's my daughter, and I did promise her that.

N: So you want me to sit in the back seat?

J: Yeah.

N: Fine. Whatever.

J: Thanks Natasha.

N: What about that conversation she had with her mother? She tells your ex wife everything, and then Beyoncé comes after me and fusses at me and curses me out and attempts to beat my ass.

J: *mumbles* Attempts? She does.

N: What did you say?

J: Oh nothing. I just cleared my throat.

N: And you never help me.

J: I'd rather not catch Bey's hands. Last time I tried to get in the middle of her fighting someone she almost killed me.

N: So you'd rather her kill me?

J: I have a daughter to take care of, and I really like my life.

N: *laughing* You're an ass.

J: Thank you very much.

Zendaya's POV
I'm in my room getting ready to go to dinner with my dad and stepmonster. I mean stepmother. Let me stop. I meant stepmonster.

Anyway, I guess I have to apologize to Ahsatan tonight for putting her bras in the toilet.

I don't see why she's tripping. They dried. She's making a big deal out of nothing. She'd better be glad no one had didn't have to use the restroom.

I put them in the guest bathroom because we don't usually go in there, and I didn't want them in my toilet. They would've found them if I had put them in their bathroom.

But on that day my dad decided to clean up in there and he found them.

My mom was proud of me. My father was furious with me.