Anything but a normal Monday

The first two hours of the day passed in a haze. You were not paying attention in the slightest, and couldn't have recalled what the lessons were about if your life was on the line.

You just replayed the morning's events over and over, trying to shake the bitterness that crept in around the edges of your mood. You'd shared another kiss with Allison. Your girlfriend. In the moment you had let yourself believe the lie.

And then your mother had spoiled it by calling you darling. She was the only person who ever called you that. Allison's face and body, mother's demeanor and behavior. It was churning you up inside and mixing lust in with your deep love for your mother in a way that should never happen.

But that little voice in the back of your head reminded you that it wasn't really a problem, biologically. You could put a baby in that body and it would be fair play... technically.

At the bell indicating the end of second period, you were a mess. Horny, grumpy, and emotionally numb. Allison's schedule lined up with yours after second period. That would normally put the two of you in free period for an hour but you weren't even sure you wanted to see her just then.

Not if she was going to tempt you with her body and scold you for wanting it. You shoved your books into your backpack, openly frustrated. You knew it was no one's fault, but it still felt like you could blame her for at least some of it.

One of your classmates noticed your tiny outburst and raised her eyebrows. Her name was Megan. Not someone you'd call a friend, exactly, but you'd been in classes together for years and spoke on occasion.

"You okay?" She asked with genuine concern in her voice, then paused before continuing gently. "I heard about your mom... Honestly I'm surprised you're even here. When I lost my mom..." She hesitated as if rethinking the decision to speak to you at all, then placed a hand on your arm.

"I know it's hard, is all. If you need to talk, or just want to be alone, but not by yourself... or need someone who can understand... I'm here. For anything you need."

Was she... hitting on you? Not likely, since your relationship with Allison was common knowledge. Likely she was just being friendly. But then, you never could tell with women.

"Ah, thanks." You managed, and she left as your phone chimed to indicate a text message.

It was from Allison.

I got us a table in the library, a private one near the maintenance room.
We should talk about what happened this morning.

Great. That sounded fun. Another talk with your hot teenager mom-slash-girlfriend about how, yeah obviously she was hot and coincidentally you have already had sex but shame on you for noticing and how dare you think about it.

Maybe it would just be easier to see if Megan was just being friendly or if she wanted to start something. Maybe it was time to let Allison die.

Your mother's **** would be a great excuse. This was just so difficult.

You sighed, feeling guilty and selfish and angry all over again.