A Different Kind of Reputation

With thirty minutes and school work separating Talia and Jason apart from each other, they have to figure out ways to be the best they can be for their baby. From being the school bad boy back in high school, to being the football star daddy in college, Jason has to figure out ways to fit back in with the crowd and keep his reputation as a father. From being the school nerd to the scholar mommy, Natalia has to figure out ways to let loose and have fun while keeping her reputation as a mother. Find out what goes on in this crazy life of Jason and Natalia in the second book, A Different Kind of Reputation.

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52. Chapter Fifty Two

Okay, I swear to you guys I had a chapter literally written and practically finished and I was about to publish it. It was a long chapter and I meant to copy to put it in my notes but I accidentally pressed paste, putting a quote on the chapter, and the chapter literally erased. So, now, I have to rewrite the whole entire chapter and it will be extremely hard. So, please, hang in there with me. I'm so mad with myself because I pressed paste😡😡

The description of the school, is a description of my own elementary school that I went to, so keep that in mind as you read and the teachers mentioned are some of the teachers I previously had in elementary school. If it's not the name, they will have the same personality:))

Jason's POV

Jackson and I walked around Macey's elementary school while the students ran out to their parents. Finding Macey in this school is easier inside the school than outside because she tends to just run straight to the playground than telling me she's out and safe.

"Jase!" Macey yelled, running to me. She threw her arms around my neck and waited for me to pick her up.

"How was school?" I asked, walking further down the hallway.

"Good, I have homework though. Can I walk with Tommy?" Jackson put Tom on the ground and Macey took his hand in hers and they walked side by side in the middle of Jackson and I.

The halls of this school look exactly the same as they did when I first came here, the white and blue cemented walls with spots all over them, the pained classrooms, the red railings to the black stairs with paint chipped all over.

"This, this is where I do gym class! We get to run and play and throw yarn balls!" Macey exclaimed as we walked down the five steps to the all purpose room. When I came here, we did gym class, assemblies, lunch, book fairs, the variety show would rehearse in this room. Meetings would be held. It was never a gym or an auditorium, but an all purpose room.

"I know, we came here for you teacher conference when you refused to take part in gym class," I replied, knocking on the office door. The door opened and there stood my old gym teacher, Mr. L, the coolest teacher I've ever had. All the girls had a crush on him and all the boys wanted to be him. Some of the girls would clean his office just to get out of gym and he would give them a prize afterwards. Others just went into his office because it was cool.

"Jason Summers, you haven't changed one bit since the day you graduated fifth grade," I smiled and shook his head, letting go of Macey's hand, which she replaced with Jackson's hand instead. "How've you been? I saw you in the paper last year, you must be in college now, eh?"

"Yes, sir. Just finished my first year at Columbia. Majoring in Criminal justice and sociology and playing football."

"Good, good. I didn't know you're relating to Macey over here," he smiled, looking down to Macey who came back to holding my hand. Tom came over to me and put his hands on my legs and moved them further up, until he was on his tippy toes. I picked him up and held him in my arms as I talked to my old teacher.

"She's my girlfriend's little sister, sir."

"Well, I wish you the best of luck in life, Jason. And, I heard about your mom. I'm sorry that she died so young." I nodded and walked to the second set of stairs on the other side of the room. The ten stares that led from the all purpose room to the office and the library was where everything happened. Fights, laughs, even rumors started there. Then you have the girl's bathroom and the boy's bathrooms on each side of the wall and next to the bathrooms were stairwells where every single parent that would visit would walk up because it's the first ones you see. Little did they know there's another staircase at the back of the school.

I bounced Tom in my arms as I walked up the staircase to the upstairs where all the classrooms are. On the first floor, all the younger classes are; kindergarten and first graders are located down there and then upstairs you have second, third, forth, and fifth graders. As well as computer labs, testing rooms and more bathrooms.

"Did you ever come here?" Macey asked, looking up to Jackson.

"In the second grade, yeah. That's when I met Jackson, on the first day of school." We continued walking around the elementary school going from classroom to classroom, saying hi to both mine and Jackson's old teachers. Some of them remembered us, others didn't and some had no clue as to who we were, mostly the teachers I had in kindergarten and first grade

"Miss. P, what a honor to see you again," I smiled, walking into my old second grade teacher's classroom.

"Well, look who it is. My two troublemakers. It's great to see you both again," she smiled, walking around her desk. "It's been so long since I've last seen you. How are you both?"

"We're both good. I just finished my first year of college and now, I get to some family duties I've missed out on," I replied, putting Tom on the ground so he could stand.

"I see, and how about you, Jackson?"

"I'm good. I'm taking a small leave of absence in the military to be here for my girlfriend."

"All of you are starting families, wow. Just think, I had you two back when you were eight years old and now you're twenty. That's crazy," she shook her head, "I take it this is your baby, Jason?"

"Yes, ma'am. He's one, turning two in February. And this is Macey, she turns eight soon. But she's my girlfriend's sister,"

"Jase, i have to do math homework," Macey whispered, looking up to me.

I nodded, "well, duty calls. It was great seeing you, Miss. P."

"You too, boys. Have a great life, yeah? Come visit more often, this school misses our two troublemakers," I smiled and nodded. Jackson picked Tom off the ground and carried him out. I watched as he put his head in his shoulder and closed his eyes slowly.

Miss P, my favorite teacher I've ever had. You know, she inspired me to do so much in my life. I used to be smart, especially in her class. I was a troublemaker version of Talia; good grades, barely any friends, teacher's pet. That was me, but I pulled pranks to get friends and I had an attitude to get in trouble. But never with Miss P.

She would hand out these cards if you were bad; a yellow card for warning and a red card for bad behavior. If you got a red card, you would get a call home. A yellow would just be her talking to you. I've only ever gotten yellow cards and that was rare. I respected Miss. P with everything I had in me.

She would have this little stuffed dog that she named Eli. Eli would sit on her desk that she would hide in people's desks if they were neat. At the end of the day, she would go around and search through everyone's desk to see whose desks were the neatest. If you had the neatest desk, Eli would go in the little cubby inside the desk and he would be your prize for the day. Getting that little stuffed puppy was the talk of the class every single day.

"No, you would subtract three from five. You see," I took five apples from the basket on the counter and put them in front of Macey. "I have five apples and I give Jackson, you and Tommy an apple, how many do I have left?"

"Two!" Macey exclaimed.

"Right! But if I want the apples back, how many would I have then?"

"Five!"

I nodded, "so, the question is asking if you have twenty apples and you want to take seven more apples, how many apples would you have?"

"I... I don't know," she frowned.

"Alright, how about this," I put her hands up and mine. "Ten and ten make twenty, correct?" She nodded. "Jack, put your hands up." Jackson put his hands up. "And I want to take seven of Jackson's fingers," Jackson put seven fingers up and moved closer to me. "Count how many fingers there are and that's the answer to the question."

"So.... we have twenty fingers. And Jackson has seven. Twenty seven?"

"Right! Twenty seven. So the answer would be twenty seven apples," she wrote down the answer before moving to the next one.

"I need help with science too," she sighed, taking her science worksheet out.

"This is easy stuff. Okay, you know when you take showers with Natty and the mirrors get all foggy?" Macey nodded. "Well, that's condensation and when that disappears, it goes into the air. You know how we have clouds? And then sometimes it rains?" She nodded. "That's precipitation. How about... after it rains and there's puddles outside so you can't go out and play. And then after a couple hours, we let you go outside because the puddles are all gone. That's called evaporation."

"So, showering is condensation. Rain is precipitation. Puddles are evaporation?"

"Correct, and that's all apart of the water cycle. So remember showering, rain and puddles." She smiled and wrote down everything I explained.

"Damn, we haven't done the water cycle since sophomore year in high school?" Jackson said. I nodded and turned the stove on to start cooking dinner. Welcome to the Summers' household on a Tuesday night. Homework while the baby sleeps, examples while Jackson Skypes Amber and cooking dinner while the seven year old finishes her homework.

A/N:

So, little story behind Miss. P. She's actually a real person, a real teacher in my old elementary school and I did have so much respect for her. She was one of the best teachers I've ever had in my whole school career and one of the most inspirational. The warning cards, I did get a couple in her class, but never a red card. The stuffed dog, I was a teacher's pet back then and kept my desk neat as can be and I got that dog almost every single time.

This teacher, Miss. P, even though I did not mention it in this chapter, she actually got me into writing. She's how this all started. So, Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs was a huge thing back when I was eight and we had to write an ending to the story. It could be however many pages you wanted and I continued going on and on with it, and never got off topic. And eight pages later, it was finished. So, if it wasn't for this teacher, I wouldn't have gotten into writing in the first place. I guess I'll have to thank her someday for that.

But, Mr. L, he's a real person, still works at the school too as the gym and health teacher. And yes, every single girl had a crush on him... not gonna lie, including me. And the whole thing with the office cleaning, that's true and I was one of those girls who would clean his office.

The description of the school is exactly how my old school is still set up, so every detail in there is one hundred percent true. The all purpose room, that's all true, all the events held there is true.

So, basically, this whole chapter is pretty much all true from my own childhood, including how Jason is teaching Macey the math and science. I went through that too, with almost the same examples. So, you just got a glimpse of my childhood:))

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