Jamie woke up with a small headache. He didn't want to wake up so early but he had to take his little sister, Lucy, to the nursery. He only took her occasionally when his parents were away. They were away this week, on some trip to California. They had left him, Lucy, and his older brother Jake in charge of the house. Of course, Jake was at some girls house twenty-four-seven so it was Jamie's job to take care of the little two year old.
The seventeen year old stood up from bed. The sun outside was shining brightly, lightening up his whole room. The red, orange, and bright yellow sun rays were almost stabbing him in the eyes. Yawning, and wiping the sleep from his eyes he pulled on a white shirt, cream jeans and a pair of white socks; he had no intentions of dressing up today. Walking out of his room he quickly grabbed his phone, cream hoodie and school bag. He dropped the bag in front of the door, and pulled on his hoodie. The same boring routine he did every day. He could hear Lucy stomping around in her room. For a two year old, she was pretty good at walking on her own. The advantage (and disadvantage) of living in a bungalow with a small child was that she could move around everywhere on her own without the worry of falling down stairs. The only true problem was that Lucy had learnt where the toilet was. It turned out that spilling water all over the floor was her hobby.
Jamie stumbled into her light pink room full of white, expensive, oak furniture and opened the window out of habit. A cool breeze filled the room. He sniffed the air. Fresh grass. He loved that smell, there was something about it, something that always made him smile. He looked at his little sister playing with her hammer and pegs. He never quite understood how a child could be so interested in hammering colored pegs over and over and over again."C'mon Lucy." He muttered, scooping the small ginger girl into his arms. He dressed her into a light pink summer dress, fed her and strapped her into the pink car seat, all in under twenty minutes. Himself he forgot about breakfast, and rushed out of the house.
The small private nursery Lucy went to was near to his high school, so he didn't have to worry about being late. It was less than a five minute walk really. He dropped his sister off into her classroom, waved, hugged, and kissed (man was this child clingy) her goodbye and scrambled back into his car. The drive to school took him less than two minutes. He parked his white convertible in front of the school building, grabbed his white bag and phone from the front seat and locked the car. He sighed pulling the bag onto his shoulder and walked into the school, crowds of people pushing past him. He noticed Jake standing over at his locker, arm around that pathetic red headed slut. From what Jamie had heard at the age of sixteen she had slept with every single guy in her school year. He wasn't surprised when Jake told him that she was staying back a year.
Jamie wasn't the only one who thought their relationship was wrong. His parents, Anna and Mark Anderson, were so strict when it came to relationships that Jamie didn't even bother. Their children were not allowed to be with someone who was older (or younger), someone who was from a lower class, someone who they simply didn't like, or had heard rumors about, and god forbid one of their children was gay. They probably would have disowned them. Many times they had tried to stop Jake from seeing the red head, but now that he was eighteen they had no choice. He was an adult and could see whoever he wanted to. But did he really have to see that pathetic, cheap girl?
Jamie was so different from his brother though. If a girl asked him out he would simply mutter something about being busy, this happened quite often, and Jamie was slowly running out of excuses. He was beginning to think that one day he would actually have to say yes. No thankyou. He stayed far away from girls, and boys mind you, and if he didn't look like a spitting image of his older brother, you would have never guessed they were related.
Fourth, and last, lesson of the day, and Jamie was absolutely exhausted. His headache had worsened, and the rating of some blonde girl in front of him wasn't helping. The teacher, a large stocky woman who always seemed to have the same clothes and the same tight bun, walked into the class and the blonde slipped down from his desk and sat at her own on the other side of the class. He rolled his eyes as she winked to him, and opened his book. 'How to take care of a little one; ages 0-6'. He sighed. Parenting and Childhood Development class was his least favorite class of all time. Why did they even need to learn this? Most of the people in his class had younger siblings that, just like Jamie, they had to take care of every day. Throughout most of the lesson Jamie zoned out. The teacher rambled on and on about diapers and feeding. Boring.
"Now class, there is one special assignment you have. This will take up at least 3-4 weeks of your free time."
Jamie opened his eyes. He looked around the class, most of the students had the same 'I-just-woke-up' expressions on their faces. His eyes drifted to a red head boy at the back of the class who looked absolutely disinterested. Jamie frowned. It was the guy who he always stayed away from. He didn't know why he did, it was just natural. Every time he saw the guy in the corridor he would give in to talking to a girl, or be suddenly extremely interested in something inside of his locker. It was a habit on his part. The other just seemed to ignore him, and never looked Jamie's way.
Jamie looked back at the teacher. He hadn't realized it, but all the time he was staring at the guy at the back of the class, the teacher had been talking for almost ten minutes. How embarrassing. There was an one hundred percent chance that the guy saw him. Shit.
"So that's all you have to do. Remember the sensor inside will tell me when the baby —"
Baby? What fucking baby? Jamie looked up and saw a small baby in the teachers arms. A plastic baby, actually. It looked so real. The small strands of hair on its forehead. The real clothes, bulging nappy, pacifier. Everything. His eyes widened. This was their assignment?! A plastic doll? He gazed around the classroom, expecting people to be in the same state of shock. The guys already had their moment of awe, and the girls were almost jumping out of their seats with excitement. He noticed the blonde girl from before leaning forwards looking at the teacher intently. She was reading out names of the partners. Jamie listened carefully. When the blondes name, she was apparently called 'Ella', was called out, and some guy he didn't quite catch, she looked back at him with a small pout. He frowned, and continued listening to the teacher at the front.
She was reaching the end of the list. Then Jamie realized that there was more guys in the class than girls. He swore under his breath as he realized there were only two people left in the class. I think you can guess who they were.