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.


44. Chapter Forty Four

Jason's POV

"Excuse me?" Aunt Sally asked, sitting straight up. 

"We're moving,"

"Yeah, I got that part. Where? No, why? How?"

"Talia found a house in the Poconos. Friendly neighborhood, it's a gated community, a nice, big house. A good space for Tom to grow up in. We decided to move because, I know you see it too, we're not happy here. I brought it up to Talia and he said we needed to stay because of Amber. But she changed her mind and now we're officially moving."

"What about school? Money?"

"That's what we need your help with.... I know your friend works at Penn State and they have an amazing football team and an awesome Med School, could you get us in?"

"Jason, honey, I can't help you. It's bad enough your uncle cleared your name from the system, doing this would make the rest of your college days awful."

"What about money? We're two college students with a child. Aunt Sally, you have to help us with this. Please," 

"How much is it?"

"Five hundred thousand,"

 "Five hun..." she stood up from her position on the couch and paced the floor with her slippers on. Those damn slippers. I had to hold myself back from taking out her legs and just taking those slippers off. Talia does that, walk around in her slippers and she drags her feet, but she knows how much it pisses me off. I remember one time she was pacing the floor after news I told her and I picked her up and took her slippers off of her feet and put her back on the floor. She wasn't happy I did that, but I sure as hell was.

"You need a house that's five hundred thousand dollars?" She asked, putting her hand on her forehead.

"It has to be big enough for all of us. And for kids in the future,"

"More kids? Jason, honey, I'm not made out of money,"

"No, but you have enough. Come on, Aunt Sally. This house alone costs what? One million?"

"Five hundred thousand dollars is a lot to give for a house for two teenagers and their child."

Guilt trip. "Mom would've given me the money. Aunt Sally, please, you're the only mom I have left right now. We need your help and you are the only person who can help us."

"I hate it when you do that," she sighed and sat down. "Alright, fine. But, the house goes in my name. I pay the bills and when I see one thing wrong with how you're living in that house, I'm putting it up for sale and you're moving back here with me. Understood? That goes for you and Talia. She's just as much my daughter as Adelaide and Bria are."

I nodded, "alright."

Natalia's POV

The door opened to the dorm room making me turn my head quickly. Why did I think she wouldn't come back here? She lives in this room too. I returned back to my computer screen and ignored her every move. Why should I have to leave the room because of something she did?

"Natalia, how many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" Ronnie asked, throwing her jacket on her bed. I continued to stare at my screen, not paying attention to my roommate.

"Natalia, please. Just talk to me,"

"Talk to you? You want me to talk to you? To the girl who I thought I trusted, who I thought was my friend. Who I told my life to, who knows my life. You're supposed to have my back but I guess I was wrong." I growled.

"You have to understand t-"

"I don't have to understand anything! Do you know how many times I've heard that saying? Natalia, you have to understand. Natalia, understand. Natalia understand. From my boyfriend, my best friends, my parents, my therapist. Every single person I've come across has always said that to me and I'm sick and tired of hearing it. You have to understand I've dealt with rumors being spread around about me my entire middle school and high school life. Rumors my own friend, my own boyfriend started about me. Rumors I can't take back and you know what? You're like a little school girl who's trying to make somebody's life horrible. You tell others someone's business and they tell the whole damn school. What you told everyone was my own business, my own medical problems, my own child and you exposed that to the entire campus. So, no, I don't have to understand anything and I don't need to. I already know what I need to and that's it."


"I don't have to sit here and listen to you bitch to me about how you're sorry because I know you're not. What you don't realize is I'm a fiancée, a daughter of a hero and I'm a mother. You didn't know me back when I was in middle school and high school. And you don't know me now. You don't know my grade average. My struggles. My fears and my plans. You don't know how much of a geek I used to be until I met my boyfriend. You don't know how compact my life was until I got into a serious relationship. You don't even know why I have medical problems. You don't know if I had complications in my pregnancy. If you would've taken the time to get to know me, you would've found out that... I now can't have children because it was already a risk with my son, who, couldn't breath for the first five minutes of his life. You would've found out that my boyfriend's best friend, who used to be my boyfriend and his old best friend made fun of me, calling me fat through middle school and high school and that's why I have medical problems. You would've found out that I have a mother who went into distress because my father died in a fire on my mother's birthday when I was younger. You would've found out that I can't even go shopping without having to go to the doctors to check my size. You would've found out that it took me two years to gain thirty five pounds. You would've found out that I have severe anxiety attacks that happen almost every single time something happens in my life, which I need to take medication for. You would've found out that I have a little sister who knows me as her mother because my mom can't even take care of herself anymore. You only see this part of me, a strong, independent woman who can fight her own battles but in reality, I'm just a weak human being who depends on her boyfriend to do things for her because I'm mentally unstable. You don't know me at all, Ronnie. And you know what? I don't want you to know me." I opened the door and turned back to her. "And my name is Talia."

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