Baby pushed through the door of the gymnasium and walked into the room, cheers erupting as he walked further.
He blocked out all their shouts, his eyes going up to the women on the stage: Mrs. Hannah Kross, and Claire Danvers.
His eyes locked in on only one. One with blonde hair and blue eyes just like his: his mother.
A mother whom he had not seen for the first time in two years. A mother who was the source of his wayward life. A mother he thought that drawing scandalous attention to himself would make her look his way just once.
Seeing her now, he wanted to be happy, to be proud, to feel loved. But, he knew she hadn't come on her own, THC had asked them here, and Baby was sure she would rather be on the plane to her next country than stand in a gymnasium full of students and staring at her useless son.
