Being 17 and pregnant was the last thing you had planned for yourself. You were pretty, somewhat popular, intelligent, and had a bright future with big plans. The one thing you said would never stop you from achieving those dreams, was named Rusty James. Rusty was every bit of rebellious, and that’s what drew you to him. The fact that you guys were opposites really tied the two of you together. You were nice and sweet, and he was every bit of mean and free. Anything that stopped him from being free, he just rebelled against.

Oh the sweet little lies that he would tell you, throughout your pregnancy. The “I’m going to take real good care of you and the baby” type of lies that he would tell. Part of you knew that he was lying, but the other part just wanted to stay with him anyway. You were blinded by puppy love, no matter all the wrong that Rusty could and would do, you just couldn’t find yourself to ever leave him. He knew it too, that’s why he kept you around, just for that very reason.

After your son was born, Rusty wasn’t really present. The baby was now 3 months old now, and Rusty had only come by to see him about 3 times. This left you feeling bitter. How could the boy you put so much time and effort with just leave you by yourself with a baby. He was out foolin’ around, only up to God knows what. He was incredibly fast for his age, and he loved that. The less you seen him, the more mad at him you were. There you were, a teen mother, a now dropout, and a yearn to just be the slightest bit close to your boyfriend again.

You sat on your parents porch, holding the baby in your lap, just thinking about your life. What went wrong? Was it your fault for falling for Rusty James, the boy with a reputation that everyone was well aware of. Right as you pondered about the current issues of your life, your son started to let out small whines. You rocked him in your arms and looked up to see Rusty walking up to your front porch. You rolled your eyes just at the sight of him. Man, he was so hated right now. But in a weird way, loved by you at the same time.

Rusty: How’s my sugar and my little son doin’?

He asked with a smile. He sat right by you on the porch. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in to place a kiss on the top of your forehead, right before looking down at his son.This was around the time your parents would be getting off work. He knew your parents hated his guts with a passion. He couldn’t care less thiugh, they held no meaning to him anyway. He smelled of beer and cigarettes, slightly not caring if his son breathed in the strong scent of not. He had his classic, white wife beater on to show his muscles, and black jeans that fit just right. You were trying to be mad at him, but he just looked so good.