The Second Generation ( An August Love Story )

46.

Layla POV

I was at Tristan's house sleep when someone was banging on the door. Tristan wasn't home he was out of town. It was late. They were banging on the door crazy as fuck. I went downstairs an got the door an seen that it was Cori.

Me: what are you doing

Cori: ( cry ) the kids an I need somewhere to stay where's Tristan

Me: he's gone

I let them in an they sat on the couch. I looked at her belly an it had a baby bump.

Cori: when is Tristan gonna be back

Me: I don't know

Than their was a knock on the door it was Cori little boyfriend. He looked at me an smirked.

Me: hey

Nick: what's up

Cori: Tristan said he back

Me: ok........are y'all hungry

Cori: yeah

I went in the kitchen I just wanted to cry. Tristan is showing all this attention towards her an haven't been that way to me I know she isn't pregnant by Tristan. Tristan is a whole another person now. Than I heard the door. I got it an it was Tristan.

Me: hey

Tristan:............is she ok

Cori: Tristan the baby just kicked

Tristan: ( smiles ) for real

I burst out crying I went upstairs. I got my shit an was about to leave. Than Tristan came in the room.

Me: oh my gosh

Tristan: what's up

Me:.........

Tristan: you good

Me:.........

Tristan: stop acting like this

Me:............

I got my shit an left.

Fuck Tristan.

Haden POV

Austin an I was at home fighting Autumn an Melie.

Amelie: STOP IT

Me: shut yo ass up

Autumn: leave her alone

Austin: ( laughs )

He took Amelie phone am ran upstairs.

Amelie: I'm telling dad

Me: ok so

Our parents were at the resort in Cali for the week.

Than Amelie punched me. I got mad that shit hurt.

Me: DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME

Amelie: SHUT THE FUCK UP DONT TOUCH ME THE FUCK YOU THE ONE THAT WAS PLAYING

Autumn: calm down Haden you need to control yo temper

Me: SHUT THE FUCK

I went upstairs an went in my room.

Amelie POVERTY

He's a fucking cry baby I swear. Than the door opened it was Layla she looked like she was crying.

Me: Lay what's wrong

Layla: ( cry ) Tristan

She almost fell into my arms.