Ingrid and Freya grabbed themselves a spot on one of the benches, at the furthest end of the hall where Madison was playing against some girl. Freya and Maddie both played table tennis and Ingrid loved gymnastics. Today however she excused herself to see Maddie and Freya play as she sat by the benches. The sun seemed warmer today, truth be told, from the way the students had dressed. They weren't on heavy clothing as they'd been forced by nature to wear during the course of the week. Just classic cute red shorts and white cotton shirts.
"Hand me that," Ingrid told Freya as they sat down. Freya handed back Ingrid's phone. She watched it as it switched on. Freya took out a book and a pen from the small bag pack and started scribbling something down.
"Set short!" Madison cried out from the table close to the bench. Ingrid and Freya looked at the table and watched Madison jumping up in the air, celebrating her outmatched win. Freya swayed her head as she chuckled and bit her lips. Madison walked toward them, wiping her face with a towel.
"Hey you two," She squeaked. "Today you all woke up late."
"Well, you know my condition, Madison. So I'm clean. By the way, never tell anyone." Ingrid shrugged.
"You have my word, Ingrid." She answered before she turned to Freya. "What's your excuse girl?"
"Guilty as charged," Freya answered mockingly and turned back to her book as if she was avoiding Madison's gaze. Madison dropped beside her on the bench.
"Freya, I'm sorry. Can't you just forgive me already?" Madison blurted out her, grabbing Freya's hands. When they were together with the same style of stylized hair, you could immediately acknowledge that it was their special thing.
"Hey, it's cool." Freya shrugged. "But I told you to give me time." Madison nodded. She pushed away Freya's hanging rows of plaited hair. Freya looked at her and smiled. "Madison I'm drawing something you're getting all too distractive."
Madison turned to the book. She was drawing what appeared to be eyes. Though not an exquisite taste of art, it was something beautiful on its own. "Okay. Am I the only one who doesn't have something to do here?"
"Go grab another game. I saw how you kicked that girl's ass with the smash." Ingrid commented, her eyes fixed on her phone as her smile drew across her face. She bit her lip as she texted someone.
"Ooooooh, someone's finally speaking to her Alexandro." Madison teased and Freya turned up and looked at Ingrid who was seating beside her. She tried to snoop but to no avail.
"No snooping guys! You two have each other, leave me alone with my guy..." Ingrid told them. Freya afforded a weak smile that Ingrid didn't notice as she was too distracted by her phone. Madison rolled her eyes when she saw Freya's reaction.
"Freya, she's not in love with you," Madison told her spot on. Ingrid turned her attention back at the two.
"I know," Freya answered.
"Freya, what's wrong?" Ingrid asked, seeming so concerned as if she hadn't heard what Madison had just said.
"Nothing. Leave Madison alone." She chuckled at her, avoiding attention whatsoever. "She's just jealous of you."
"Jealous?" Madison inquired playfully. "Me, jealous of her?"
"Seems so," Freya answered.
"Why?" Madison asked.
"She has something that you don't have..."
"And what is that?" Madison quivered.
"A romantic relationship." Freya blurted at her.
Madison shook her head, laughter hidden beneath her face.
"Oh, he's calling. He's calling!" Ingrid blurted at the two.
"Who? Who?" Madison asked.
"Ayden! Excuse me girls, this train has to leave the station for a bit." Ingrid answered as she got on her feet, quickly darting out of the hallway to the upstairs, and walked outside the building to the grassy field before her. She leaned herself on some tree.
"... So you're saying that this girl kissed you?" Ayden asked from the other end.
"Yes, yes... is there a problem with that?" Ingrid asked.
"Um, yeah. Some girl is trying to steal you away from me, she'll have to face my sweet fists and muscles."
Ingrid laughed out grabbing onto the tree for support. "Ayden don't worry. It was nothing serious. You know how weak she is you could probably blow her away with your good looks."
Ayden chuckled. "I've never paid attention to Freya that much." He muttered. "She now seems like a person to keep a keen eye on. Don't let her near. Where she's not supposed to be."
"We talked, and set things straight, babe." Ingrid told him. "She knows nothing interesting will ever happen between us, so she might as well decide to go back to Madison. They talked about their issues last night and as of now I can say things are moving on pretty smoothly."
"Okay. And how are you, really?" Ayden asked once again. "I hope you're taking good care of yourself."
"You don't have to worry about me. The pregnancy is taking a toll, but yeah, I'm good. How about you." Ayden stopped in his words. Ingrid felt the silence. "Babe is everything okay?"
She heard him sigh. "Ingrid it's my mom..."
"What about her. What's wrong?" The silence took the stage again for some while.
"She wants me to move back to England. And live with my father."
"What!" Ingrid hissed.
"I know, I know. I told her I don't want to... that The States was just pretty okay."
"And what did she say in return?"
"She won't hear none of it."
"So you're going?"
"No! What the heck?" He squeaked from the other end. "And leave you here all alone? With that pregnancy?"
"Please don't go," Her voice begged him.
"I'm not and I won't. They'll have to force my dead body up the plane if they have to."
"Good, because babe the stupid judge and Elena took my brother away from me, now your mother wants to take you too? I cannot live with that. So please, don't go."
"I'd kiss you if I were there right now." She heard him say.
"I want to kiss you too," Ingrid muttered in return.
"I miss you every day... Ingrid, why did you have to stay at school? It's not helping us at all."
"It's only for the remainder of this academic year." Ingrid responded as she placed her hand on her belly. She heard someone walking towards her from behind and whipped around to find Freya finding her seat on the ground below. She was holding the book and the pen. Ingrid never turned back and continued to talk with Ayden.
"I promise after school is over, Ayden we are gonna spend some lone time together," Ingrid told him, biting her lip. "So don't go away. Don't leave for England. Stay here. We have a lot to explore. Babe, I want you to be with me when I finally confess to my parents."
Ayden chuckled. "You want me to accompany you to the grave? As young as I am?"
"Come on," Ingrid laughed out loud. "Who is here to help me with this if not you? Besides, you're the dad and it kinda seems logical for us to do this together."
"Ingrid, you want me to die? Right?" Ayden asked jokingly. "Fine then, I'll accompany you to your grave. Miss Ingrid, it has been nice knowing you." He finished and Ingrid laughed out more that Freya got distracted from what she was drawing and looked at her, shaking her head sarcastically.
"Stop joking." She breathed out her words in her statement. "My parents wouldn't be mad. Okay, they won't be that mad..."
"Will I end up in the mortuary at the end of the confession?" He continued, "I'm pretty sure they will be surprised when they learn that their daughter was gotten pregnant with a guy younger than her. Then we will see which way they'll kill me with."
"They'll scold and scold but hey, it would be late for them to hold any more hate on me or you."
Ayden chuckled from the other end. "I just miss you so bad, I missed having this conversation. When can I see you next?"
"Oh, oh..." Ingrid blurted out. "I'll be going to visit my brother next week when my probation is over."
"Wait, probation?"
"Yes."
"Ingrid, have you been sent home for a suspension, already?" She heard what must have felt like hidden laughter.
"Yes... some stupid fight, really nothing too fancy."
"Fight?" Ayden squeaked. "Ingrid are you okay?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure? And what about the baby?" He sounded concerned. She could decipher from the way his breathing had changed.
"I told you that the pregnancy is taking a toll. But the baby is fine all the same."
"Oh, okay. For a minute there you had me scared."
"No, don't worry. Everything is okay." Ingrid calmed him down. "As I was saying, next week I'll be going to visit my brother after this probation is over so maybe you could accompany me?" Freya looked back at her and gave a weak smile as if she was hurt. She however continued drawing whatever she was drawing in her book. Ingrid still hadn't turned back and was still looking at Freya while she drew.
"Will your parents allow you to go all the way to Arizona by yourself?" Ayden asked. "And the way they're so overprotective of you."
"That's why I've spent the last two weeks gaining their trust, Ayden. They'll let me loose on their leash because of the good girl I've become during the past weeks. Trust me it'll work. So what do you say?"
"I dunno... Ethan would kill me if he realized I'm the one who got you pregnant." She heard him rub his lips with his tongue.
"I won't allow him to. Plus he's in jail he won't get his hands on you."
Ayden chuckled. "Are you literally making fun of your brother?"
"No, I'm just saying what is. It's better for him to know first and maybe he can talk to mom and dad about us, in anonymous details, and perhaps when we finally confront them, there won't be much of trouble."
"Wow, you seem to have everything figured out." Ayden cohered. "Okay. We will do that." Ingrid heard a woman's voice in the background from Ayden's end. "Babe, I have to go now. My mom's calling for me."
"Already?"
"Don't worry, we will talk more when I return from my karate class," Ayden added later on. "Take care of yourself. I love you."
"I love you too," Ingrid answered as a smile drew itself across her face once again and her cheeks blushed red. She hung up the phone and threw herself on the grass beside Freya and caressed her tummy.