The Bad Boy's Reputation

Two completely opposite people; Natalia Grey the school nerd, teacher's pet. She's a big sister and role model. She believes in love at first sight. She wants the fairytale love, the one where you find your prince and live happily ever after.

Jason Summers the school bad boy, player and football player. He does what he wants, when he wants. It's his way or no way. He's the type of guy who doesn't date, doesn't believe in love nor wants it.

Talia only sees one side of Jason and that's his bad boy side; the jerk. Jason only sees one side of Talia and that's her nerdy side; geeky glasses and pulled back hair.

What happens when these two completely opposite teens are forced to see each and talk to each other every single day? What happens when the two teenagers realize there's more to the story than meets the eye? Will their opinions change? Find out in The Bad Boy's Reputation.


72. Chapter Seventy Two

Guys, I am so pissed off. I got out of my car with my phone in my hand, my sunglasses, headphones and a bottle of soda. And guess what happened? My phone dropped out of my hand, and shattered completely. Half my screen is shattered, and I'm so pissed. I can't stand a shattered phone. Even if it's a screen protector. I can't fucking stand it. So now I'm so pissed off. I just want to get this fucking screen fixed, I can't even stand to look at my phone. Honestly, if it wasn't for my writing, I would throw my phone out the fucking window.

Also, I know the last chapter was religious, so, I'm sorry if I offended anyone. I don't know what your religion is, and whatever it is, I respect that. I am obviously Catholic, Christian, which ever, still don't know the difference. So, please, don't take anything personal:) I hope you enjoy the chapter:)

Natalia's POV

"Grandma and Grandpa McKinley?" I asked, looking at the two elderly and frail couple in front of me.

"May we come in, I think we need to talk." Grandma said.

"Um, yeah, of course." I

"Sorry, um, for the mess. We have Macey this weekend, so everything is kind of all over the place. Please, um, sit down." I moved the baby doll away from the cushion.

"Do you want a drink? We have water, wine, soda, seltzer."

"Water will be fine, please."

"Alright, I'll be right back." The clamminess of my hands couldn't be mistaken as I rubbed my palms together, trying to figure out what the hell is going on. My heart pounded in my chest, as I walked into the kitchen, still, confused about what will happen.

"Who was at the door?" Jason asked, as he made Macey grilled cheese. "Um, my grandparents."

"The ones from your moms side?"

"No, from my dad's side. The ones who said the baby has sided with the devil."

"Mace, after you finish your lunch, why don't you go outside and play in the snow?"

"Can Jase come okay with me?"

"That's up to Jase, but maybe if you ask him nicely, he will." She smiled widely, before kicking her feet, trying to reach the ground.

Walking back to the couple in the living room, I noticed the way their hands were tangled, as if they fit each other perfectly. But not once did they look at each other. It was as if all the affection they once had, vanished, and all that was left was an old man and an old woman. It made me wonder if the reason they didn't like my family was because my mom and dad were so affectionate towards each other. The love my mom and dad had for each other never died, until my dad passed away. The laughs, the jokes, the smiles and the love they shared was so inspiring.

I watched as my grandparents looked around the living room, seeing what it really looked like, as if they've never been in a house like this before. I also noticed how my grandpa would sneak glances at my grandma, but if and when she would notice, she would just look away. There was no doubt in my mind, that they didn't love each other, because I've seen the love they once shared in my own eyes. But now, it was as if their love life was hanging on by a thread. And I believed it.

I set the glasses of ice cold water on the coffee table, before sitting down on the couch cushion across from them. I watched as my grandma's hands fixed her dress, the frail fingers sliding over the fabric ever so slightly, before picking at the lint on the skirt.

"We wanted to apologize for the way we acted on Thanksgiving." My grandma said. My eyes widened as the words were spoken out of her red lips. "We've come to realize you are your own person, a very good and smart young lady. And... We were wrong to accuse you of choosing against the Lord and against our family." My grandpa just sat next to her with his eyes looking anywhere but me.

"Natalia, we are very happy for you. We decided we want to be apart of your life and this child's life, because you are our granddaughter, and we love you so much. And even though, the choices you have decided to make may not be good... This baby, this child from God is a blessing, my sweet girl, and you are lucky enough to be carrying it."

"We're very happy for you." Grandma smiled.

"Isn't that right, Nathaniel?"

"Yes, yes. We are very happy for you." His name sounded unfamiliar as she spoke it, but it still gave a pang to my heart, as I remembered my father and the way my mother would talk to him when she was mad at him. The same way grandma just said his name, my mother said it.

"So, have there been any complications?"

"Not yet, no. I'm hoping everything goes smoothly. Because, you know, my mom is adopted, and her sister from the orphanage can't have kids... And it kind of skipped a generation, so, my mom can have kids, but it was sadly passed onto me. And there was a twenty percent chance I couldn't get pregnant."

"Well, child, God has given you a gift. And you should embrace that gift with everything you have."

"We will, grandma."

"Can I ask you something?" I asked, crossing my shaky fingers across my stomach.

"Of course."

"Um, why do you hate my mom?" I asked. She put her glass of water down, and crossed her frail legs.

"Your mother has done some terrible things while being with your father, darling, including cheating on him. And I came to realize she never raised you nor your sister. Your father did everything, and she depended on him to always be there. That's what I didn't like."

"Do you think I'll be like that?"

"Of course not. You are very independent. I see the way you are when you're with your mother, and there's no way you'll be like her." Jason came in, and put his hands on the back of my shoulders before kissing the top of my head.

"Macey came inside, she was cold. She's laying down now in the bedroom."

"Thank you."

"I'm gonna head upstairs to shower. I know Mace said she wants me to lay with her for a little."

"Alright, if she takes a nap, she'll be up all night."

"I know."

"So... You're gonna stay with her all night?"

"Sure." I nodded.

"You see, Natalia, your mother has become dependent on you to watch your siblings. Just like she did with your father."

"I know. But I can't say no to watching them. Macey loves Jason, and he's a huge help. She would be crushed if she didn't have her weekend visits."

"What's going to happen when you go to college? Where is this baby going to go?" My grandpa asked, finally speaking for the first time. My grandpa was always concerned about school, but he was also laid back. He wasn't as uptight with everything like Grandma was.

"Well, since we're both going to school, the baby will go with someone from our family or from Jason's. As of right now, Jason's oldest cousin, Adelaide, will keep him while we're away. And we agreed we would try to see the baby as much as possible."

"And where is Jason going to school?" My grandma asked.


"And you've gotten into NYU, am I right?"

"Yes. So, Jason and I are about thirty minutes away from home. So on the weekends we'd go home."

"Natalia, darling, I really, truly hope this plan of yours works out." Grandma said, shaking her head.

"I hope so too. But we're making the best out of it. And Jason has been great, and he's been there for me every step of the way."

She nodded. "I'll leave you to it then." Once my grandparents left, thankfully they didn't complain about the mess of the house, or the fact that their seventeen year old granddaughter is living with her eighteen year old boyfriend.

I walked into the bedroom and just slid my shoes off. My feet were throbbing from the shoes, and from standing for too long. My back ached from leaning back so much. My neck had cramps in it. My stomach hurt, everything hurt. Jason and Macey laid on the bed, Macey's head on Jason's shoulder. Jason's head leaned against Macey's head, with his arms crossed. Macey's small hand held onto Jason's stomach. The sight was the cutest thing I have ever seen.

I changed into sweatpants and one of Jason's shirts, before slipping my socks off. I put my hair in a bun, and wiped off my mascara from my eyes. I took my contacts out quickly, before putting my glasses on.

To: Amber

Jase is sleeping. You wanna come over?

Read at 2:12

From: Amber

Jack is with me

To: Amber

So? Bring him. I'm bored af

Read at 2:19

From: Amber

Alright on our way. We're in the neighborhood. Make sure you have beer. I want some

To: Amber

Already in the fridge

Read at 2:22

I walked down the stairs as the doorbell rang. Thankfully, my sleeping beauties didn't wake up.

"Hey momma." Amber smiled, walking into the house.

"You got big." Jackson commented.

"Nice to see you too, Jackson." He laughed and kissed my cheek.

"So, how's the little kid?" Amber asked.

"Oh, that's right, I forgot to tell you... It's a boy."

"Really!?" She exclaimed.

"Little Jason Junior." She smiled. "Actually... I was thinking of a totally different name. But you know, somehow incorporate Jason's name somehow."

"What name then?"

"Oh, wait, he's kicking."

"When he kicks, does his feet come out?" Jackson asked. I looked at him, the same time Amber did.

"You're an idiot."

"You really are." Amber said.

"What?! It was a question." He said, raising his arms up.

"No, his feet don't come out when he kicks. It feels like it, but no."

"See, that's all I needed." He replied.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Jason asked, wiping his eyes.

"Your girl called us over. She missed us." Jackson replied. Jason nodded and put his arm around my waist.

"So, the name. Come on, tell us what you're naming him." Amber smiled, pressing her skinny hands together. I took in her appearance and noticed how much she changed. Amber used to wear so much makeup. Foundation, powder, eyeliner, mascara, the whole thing, and her clothes would always be nice. But now, her hair was back into a tight ponytail, and she had only eyeliner on her chocolate brown eyes. She wore leggings and one of my old shirts.

"We never really talked about it." Jason informed.

"Well, I put some thought into it."

"So, tell us!" Amber yelled, raising her beer bottle to her lips.

"I was thinking, and only thinking, um, Spencer Nathaniel Jason."

Jason looked to me with wild eyes. "No."

"I was just thinking. I have others."

"You better have better ones. I am not naming my son after that man."

"Okay, okay. I was just thinking."

"What's the other name?" Amber asked.

"Thomas Nathaniel Jason."

"Thomas?" Jackson asked.

"It's a different name, you know? And we could call him Tommy, and his friends could call him Thomas. It has many nicknames, just like our names have."

"Thomas Nathaniel Jason Summers, I like it." Jason said.

"Better than the other one?"

"Much." Little Tommy.


There weren't many comments about the baby name, so I decided to just announce the name. What do you think of the name? It actually took so long for me to actually think of it. I kept repeating it in my head. Comment what you think:)

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