Midtown

Weird

Something was off about school the next day. People were staring at me, more than usual. Not the hair, I've worn it. Makeup, same as usual.

Whatever. I'm sure I pissed off Tiffany yesterday, so she probably started another rumor about me.

I skipped first period, not by choice. I'd overslept and had to wait for the later bus to get me here, since I don't have a car, or my beloved, caring aunt would not take me.

Tramp.

A note taped to my locker said. I crumbled it up and threw it in the ground. Whatever the rumor was, it was kinda true. I'm not a slut. I don't hook up with guys everyday, or every weekend at least try not to. But tramp does suit where I am. I pick the note up off the ground and stick it back to my locker. I smooth out the note.

"I see you like your new name."

I roll my eyes at the sound of the squeaky voice.

"Yeah, I might even get it legally changed." I open my locker, pulling out the books for second.

I close my locker to find Tiffany gone. She didn't out much of a fight today. I'm disappointed.

When I got to second, everyone was looking at me again. What was their problem? I took my normal seat. The girl next to me, kept glancing at me while the teacher was taking role.

"You got a problem?" I ask the next time she looked at me.

She shook her hear shyly and turned away from me.

"Joseline Murphy, please go to the front office," Principle Higgins announces over the intercom.

Again, all eyes shift towards me. I pick up my bags and book and leave the room.

Usually when I get called to the office, thing don't end up going my way. Then I leave school for the rest of the day, completely pissed off. I go home and open a beer and paint. That sounds good right about now.

I huff as I open the door. I see Connor standing by the window. He turns around when he hears me.

"What did I do now?" I groan sitting down. Higgins glares at me. Connor just shrugs.

"You tell me," he says furrowing his gray eyebrows.

"Listen, I don't have the slightest clue what is going on today. Whatever you have heard isn't true and I hope that-"

"I told her not to tell anyone," Connor says cutting me off, "She can't get in trouble for this. It's not academic related."

"Can someone tell me what-"

Higgins sends me a glare and then looks at his son like he is about to punch him in the face, "When my son has sexual intercourse with someone, it will affect his academic grades along with his after school activities!"

I feel like I'm about to throw up and die laughing at the same time. I keep my mouth shut and watch the scene unfold in front of me.

"That gives you no right to call Jo here." Connor's hands are now balled into fists.

Where's some popcorn when you need it?

"Joseline has every right to be here. What if you become a father out of this?" Higgins runs his fingers through his hair at the mention of a little one.

Now I just want to laugh.

"I take birth control and we used a condom," I add. Higgins rolls his eyes.

What else did Connor say about our hypothetical sex?

"You kids don't understand the risks you take when you engage in such an activity," Higgins slumps down in his seat. He grabs his stress ball, "I just don't understand why it had to be her." He looks disgusted by me, like I forced his son to have sex with me.