Stacy's Mom Has Got It Goin On Novels & Stories

*** Meanwhile*** "What is going on Stacy?" Her mother questioned with an expression of worry all over her face. She turned to her mother slowly with tears in the corner of her eyes, while Mrs. Dwyane picked up the phone and gazed at the screen wondering what it was that has sent her daughter into a frightening freeze. "Who was it?" She asked again and Stacy went back to the sofa, throwing herself down on it, she sobbed without saying a word to her mother. After about five minutes of silence, she finally spoke up.

I dodged him again and again. Eve, who had been hiding behind me all this time, suddenly rushed forward, her small hands pounding against him. "Let go of my mom! Let go! I'll call my daddy to come and beat you up!" Roy turned to her, his voice soft. "Eve, I am your daddy." Eve shook her head. "No, you're not. I already told Mommy—I don't want you anymore. You're Linda's daddy." Roy shut his eyes in pain, as if the words had carved into his soul.

"My mommy thinks you're a hottie, but I don't see it. Are you feeling hot? I can grab you a drink if you need one!" The group erupts into laughter, while Cadee turns red, and Stacy looks bewildered. Declan manages to compose himself long enough to explain, "I don't think your mom was referring to my temperature, kiddo. She's just having a grown-up conversation." And the laughter continues, as Stacy learns a valuable lesson about listening closely before offering to fetch drinks. "Stacy, have you ever noticed how different grown-up conversations can be sometimes? It can definitely be a little confusing. But don't worry, your mom was just complimenting me on my looks."

Blondie and his friends whistled at me, leering and muttering dirty words under their breath. Fear welled up inside me. I rushed into the bathroom, slammed the door, and immediately dialed my mom. The call finally connected. "Mom, help me—" I began. Before I could get a word out, she cut me off angrily, "Nina Graham, I can't believe this! You're always trying to scheme your way around things. Deep down, you just want something without earning it, and I will not let this slide!" She hung up before I could respond. I called back frantically, but no one answered.

Stacy pays the taxi's driver when they arrive, right in front of the apartment building. "Thank you." The middle age man replies and receives the exact amount of money, without any changes. Getting off from the taxy, the teenagers walk together, enter the elevator, and lift up to the floor where June's room is located. "DRRTT." Stacy's phone buzzes all of a sudden. As she notices her mom's name appear as the caller, Stacy answers, "Yes, mom?" "Why haven't you got home? Any extracurricular around?" Ms. Barfield's raspy voice is heard through the speaker clearly.

"Except that you're the only one who did... maybe you can teach Stacy a thing or two about sports.." I watched Stacy move a bit uncomfortably on her seat. I smiled, "she's book smart..." "You must be book smart too, Montgomery High doesn't just take anyone..." Stacy's mother said. I turned to look at Stacy and found her looking at her hands and drawn out of what we were talking about here. She looked left out. Okay, something odd was happening here and I could sense it. My parents already were eating.. So I took a plate and poked Stacy, "pass me that chicken please..."

Jerome answered and Stacy placed her hands on the table and placed her head on top of it. "They can be pretty annoying sometimes, haa." Stacy retorted. "Very." Jerome giggled and cut a slice of meat and chewed it. "Um, can we discuss something?" Stacy asked. "Sure, what's that?" Jerome answered, taking a sip of juice. "It's about my Dad and my stepmom," Stacy answered, her facial expressions turning sad. "You mean your witch of a stepmom? If she had made that mistake of slapping you, I promise you. She will spend the night in a cell, no matter how rich she is." Jerome ranted.

Micky immediately clapped his hands in glee. "That's great! If Daddy divorces Mommy, that means Daddy can marry Ingy! And Ingy can be our real mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Can you get divorced now? Please?" Corbin was rooted to his spot for a few seconds in shock. Then, he burst out laughing and asked, "Oh, is this a new tactic of yours? Do you really think that you'll be able to survive on your own without the Stallone family's support? That's enough nonsense from you, Skylar Greene!"

I didn't want to be an audience to their tear-jerking mother-daughter bond. "I don't—" Before I could finish, Mom’s voice blasted through the phone. "Serena, if Tara hadn’t insisted that a family should stay whole, do you really think I’d want a troublemaker like you back? "You’ve always been so stubborn. If it weren’t for you, your brother…Look come by or not, I don’t care either way.” Then she hung up. I stared at the black screen, my hand tightening around my medical report. I suddenly felt grateful for my illness.

and then there's sucking ass. Make no mistake-this sucks major ass. It's almost difficult to believe that we were ever best friends and spent so much time together. That thought is quickly followed by sadness and then anger. "Who was at the door?" I stifle a groan when Mom walks into the living room, drying her hands with a dish towel. Her feet grind to a halt as her gaze lands on Jackie. The way her eyes widen would be comical if this situation wasn't so painful.