The House-Guest pt. 3

Meanwhile in the Condo District, lived Scotty Kenta. He was the real live-wire of the neighbourhood. All gossip usually revolved around him in some way or another. He was a risk taker.

He was the best looking guy in the town, and the world in his mind. He was the combination of athletic, strong, masculine and good-looking.

But he wasn’t just some good-looking guy. He knew it, and he new how to use it. He didn’t brag about himself except to guys.
But he could wrap girls around his little finger.
There wasn’t a girl in the neighbourhood that didn’t stare at him while he walked by. And there weren’t many that could see him and resist his charms.

He often got the girls in trouble with their moms.
“He’s no good!” they would say. “He’ll get use you for a little bit then move on to the next girl!”
But he had long ago figured out a way around this obstacle. Seduce the mom’s as well.


And when it was their dads that complained to him, he was still confident.

They wouldn't beat him in a fight, and when it came down to it, the girlies would pick him over their fathers.
Whenever you heard ‘Scotty Kenta’ in a sentence it was almost a guarantee that either the word ‘trouble’ or ‘hot’ would be in it as well. And he liked it that way. He was Denville’s Don Lothario. Whenever he saw a beautiful girl walked round the corner, they would end up leaving his Condo at midnight, having emerged from the hot-tub and had a long good-bye kiss.




Meanwhile, over in 10 Compton Road, a girl sat nervously on the sofa. Her name was Elizabeth Hayden. Elizabeth had lived in Denville her entire life, ever since she was a baby. She was only 18 years old, but at this point in time; she felt a whole lot older. She had moved out not that long ago, and had had some insane experiences since then. She stared sideways at the phone which hung on the wall. Much unlike the Calaways, Elizabeth generally had good relationships with her mother. After her dad died, they had to come together and it helped them a lot. They only had one big disagreement - her boyfriend.
Elizabeth thought to herself, “She hates him; she’ll never forgive me if I tell her, but I have to.”

Elizabeth picked up the phone and dialled her mother’s number.
“Mom, its Elizabeth. I have to tell you something but I’m not sure if you’ll like it.”
“Well you know you can tell me anything dear,” her mother replied.
Elizabeth took a deep breath.
“Mom, I’m pregnant, and Phil is that father.”
The phone clicked dead: her mom had hung up. She fell back onto the sofa and cried. How had she got herself into this mess? She couldn't tell Phil. Not after what had just happened with her own mother.