ROYALTY // ⅄⊥I˥∀⊥NƎW

feel free 2 change pronouns & such

[text:]   you  will  machete  through  this!!  **make it

[text:]  wait you like me ?? for my personality ???

[text:]  i have to kill him. idk how to hit on him so he has to die.

[text:]  make sure no one has fun w/o me & make sure they all know it’s cause i’m not there.

[text:]  hey just wondering but are u fucking kidding me

[text:]  am i dramatic yes is it justified also yes

[text:]  words can’t describe how cute you are. numbers can tho. 3/10

[text:]  that’s a terrible idea.

[text:]  you’re a terrible idea.

[text:]  what, pray tell, the fuck

[text:]  sorry my battery’s on 96% i gtg

[text:]  do you have anything else to tell me? bc well your horoscope said that you’re keeping secrets so like idk i don’t wanna call you a liar but the stars don’t lie idk

[text:]  the only fetish i’m into is attention

[text:]  dogs are better than boys & that’s just a fact idc what u think

[text:]  we’re talking about me now. so can you please not. thanks. anyway back to me.

[text:]  hmm, good point, but have you ever considered: eat my ass????

[text:]  i need a gf who will go ufo hunting with me

[text:]  when donkey asks shrek what his name is, shrek pauses before he says shrek, & i’m convinced he came up with it on the spot.

[text:]  are you going to be a bitch your whole life?

[text:]  we had sex but it wasn’t that great bc i had banana bread in my car & i couldn’t stop thinking about it lmao. he was tryna be sexy & asked ‘so what do you want’ & i was like my fuckin banana bread lmao

[text:]  wym ‘fucker’ isn’t a term of endearment

[text:] i swear if i see your typing bubble before i finish i’m gonna have a fit

[text:] fuck you i do wtf i want

[text:] i know i’m a horrible roommate/part of why u can’t trust men but it’s 5 am so shut the fuck up

Keegan was oblivious to most things..one being the fact that one of his kid wasn’t even his own. But he was still protective over his children. So, here it was mother’s day and Jacob wanted to call his mommy. Dialing the phone number, he wasn’t the bit surprised when his baby mama didn’t answer the phone. This was something that Keegan was used to by now was the empty promises that she Hannah had left for their son. It broke his heart every time he’d watch his son’s eyes well up in tears from his mother not answering. 

Silently sighing, Keegan had made his way to the library in hopes of finishing his economic essay but the face of Jacob’s swollen eyes crying because of his mother was stuck in his mind. He’d grab a coffee from the Starbucks on campus before he made his way to the study lounge before his eyes were met with a sight he’d never thought he’d see..his baby mama on his campus in the flesh and studying there like nothing happened. He was fuming..silently stalking over to her with a glare on his eyes. “Oh thank you, your royal highness.“, he spat with such venom. “Are you fucking kidding me right now, Hannah? First off what the hell are you doing here? Second why can’t you even answer our son’s phone calls..it’s Mothers Day for fucks sake. “

Hannah certainly hadn’t expected the interaction to go smoothly with Keegan, however, she definitely hadn’t expected it to escalate as quickly as it did. Anger and confusion was evident in his expression. Hannah did just about all she could to hold back and let him say his piece. “Well,” she began once she was sure he’d finished–for now at least. She was sure he had a lot more to say where that had come from. “I have a paper due tomorrow and wifi’s out at my place so, viola, here I am.” Hannah shrugged. “Not that it’s much of your business.” It definitely wasn’t the answer he was looking for but, it was what she could come up with as she braced herself to answer the next question. 

“Shut up,” she quickly snapped before glancing around to see if anyone had heard. She hadn’t exactly made her abandoned child well known to Monarch yet. “He’s your son, Keegan. You’ve got custody, you’ve got the kid. I’m not about to play house with you. If you’re going back on the arrangement we made, then I don’t know what to tell you. But our deal never required me to pick up the phone and pretend I give a shit just because some American calendar says I should. I called on Christmas. Even sent him one of those–whatever the fuck it was. You’re welcome.” Hannah rolled her eyes. “As far as I’m concerned, I did way more than my part when I carried that kid for nine months and then pushed him out of my vagina.”