Title: Senior Cut Day 2008
Summary/Prompt used: Senior Cut Day 2008 (and a few special juniors sneak out too) and some of Jason and Erin have the baby and Lyla/Tim/Streetparents/Herc’s reaction(s).
Author's Note (optional): Many thanks to shelbecat who solved the crisis of the lack of ending the beta pt. 1 and riggins_girl for the beta pt. 2. Posted today because my weekend is packed tight.
Tim Riggins had never been one for Senior Cut Day, but he'd been participating long before he'd even been a Freshman.
So he was never surprised when he'd see a younger student participating in the long standing tradition.
And he wasn't a person to discriminate either. He was just surprised to see Landry's soulmate amongst the cutting Juniors.
No wait. She was younger than that. Real smart, which meant she could probably afford to skip a day of school.
Tim scratched his head lazily and snorted at the fact that the girl clearly hadn't ever held anything more than a pop can to drink from. She held her beer can awkwardly in a way that signaled it was probably all the way full and liable to spill.
The girl looked up, her weed-wacker hair flush with sweat against her neck.
"You gonna drink that? Or you just gonna let it go flat?"
The girl blushed and took a swig, making a face as she did.
Tim laughed. The girls were all the same, no one except Tyra had ever liked beer the first (or second, or third) time.
The girl sighed at his display of---teenage boyness, and sat down beside him, unafraid of the dirt against her acid wash jeans.
"Why are you here?" he asked her.
The girl shrugged. "Seemed like the thing to do." She paused and looked around. "Where's your friend?"
Tim looked at her surprised. Friend? Landry? No--she'd use his name, and anyways, he was in plain sight, being practically mauled at by Tyra. She must have been drunk to do that in public. Holding his hand in the courtyard was one thing, Practically having sex by Lake Orion was something completely different.
The girl blinked up at him like he was slow.
"The one in the wheelchair?" she clarified. "He was here at the beginning of the party and then he just--disappeared.
So she'd been watching them. Closely too, since Jay had only been here for a few minutes before the angry phone calls from Erin had started. Apparently, Lamaze class was a big deal, and she needed both her best friend (the one with a body that could be on the floor with her, holding her hand, bracing her back) and her crippled baby daddy.
Tim was pretty sure Erin just wanted to screw with Jay's head. See how much he really wanted this baby. To have him suffer like she had---only more creative than some morning sickness and heartburn over burgers at the Alamo Freeze.
"He had to go," Tim said shortly, taking a swallow of his own beer and looking longingly at hers. There wasn't enough to go around and here she was hogging something she wouldn't even drink.
"Ah. His babymama," she said wisely, as if she actually new more about the situation than some half ass rumors that had named every girl Jason had ever come in contact with as the mother-to-be. Lyla had not been too happy about that.
Tim looked at her, half a glare, half a bemused smirk. For something that would have been so easy to keep quiet, no way of connecting Jason to a one night stand with a girl from the outskirts of Dillon--more in the next district over really--and they could have always passed the baby off as Mrs. Street's once it was born, word got around fast.
Tim blamed Williams and his big ass mouth. His mama had done the ultrasound and a week later, everyone knew that Jay had knocked a girl up.
If it had been Jay and Lyla's baby, he knew that the words used to describe it would have been more piteous, polite whispers, asking both mothers if they needed help. Maybe even a church baby shower--if they were feeling very charitable.
But this way, it was met with all kinds of scrutiny, depending on where you fell on the Jason Street spectrum. Still hate him for suing the Panthers? He was a cad and a rebel, trying to screw up another young person's life. Felt pity, or remembered the Golden Boy from the time before Saracen--fine, the girl was a harlot (Tim hadn't even known people still used that word until that old lady had cornered them in the Target) who had tied a young man down in his prime.
But it didn't matter what anyone said (except Jason's mother, who had cried for a record low of 15 minutes and his father who had only gotten Jason a lifetime of condoms from his store as a result) because Street was gonna raise that baby. Even if it meant dragging Tim all the way to Austin to find accessible baby equipment that looked more like it was for an alien to sleep in than the baby of a single, quadriplegic, teenage father.
"So are you like going to be the Godfather?" the girl asked, taking another small, tentative sip of her Lone Star.
Tim shrugged. He hadn't thought about, just assumed so since there was no one else to fill the position, giving that Herc thought Jason was nuts and was even less fit than him to deal with a baby. And he hadn't been too bad with Coach's baby. Grace had actually been sort of enjoyable to be around.
“Probably the mother’s decision,” the girl stated, as if she knew everything in the world and then some. It was girls like that which drove Tim wild, made him want to shut them up good—not violently, just good.
He leaned forward, really invading her personal space and got up, right in her face. He could feel her anticipate his move, suck in a breath, eyes going wide, waiting for him as his hand reached out—
And grabbed her can of beer.
“You gonna finish this?” he asked, not waiting for an answer before downing the rest of the contents in one gulp.
She was wearing cherry lip gloss, and Tim kinda dug that.
Maybe Senior Cut Day wouldn’t be a total bust for the both of them.