There really is no guessing or wondering when the real thing comes along. There is usually a telltale sign that lets you know when true love has arrived...a voice in your head, a sense of recognition or a gut feeling that this is someone special to...
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(Jennie's OOTD)
23 ; J E N N I E
"Hey, Jennie. So listen. How about you and I pop in some. Sweet Valley High this evening, get our cuddle on?" Santana asked me as she walked up to my locker.
"I would love to. We can watch it in the theater room." I said happily. We immediately dropped our conversation when Brittany started to approach us.
"What's wrong Britt? You look a little sad." I asked concernedly.
"I haven't been feeling very sexy lately." She told us sadly. "Why?" Santana questioned. "I think I have a bun in the oven." Brittany answered and both Santana and I stood there in shock.
"Please don't tell anyone. Okay? Especially Artie." She told us before walking away. "Yeah, sure. Your secret's safe with...Oh, my God. Brittany's pregnant." Santana told Tina as she was walking down the hallway.
I just shook my head at her. "It hasn't even been a minute yet." I laughed. "Oh, my God. Brittany's pregnant." Tina told Puck. "It was only a matter of time." Puck responded.
"For what?" Lauren asked confusedly. "Brittany to get pregnant." Puck told her. "Oh. Congratulations." Lauren told Artie as we all were walking to the glee club room.
"For what?" Artie asked as we entered and took our seats. "Oh, you didn't hear? Your girlfriend's preggo. You're gonna be a baby daddy." Lauren informed him. "Artie? You okay?" Our teacher asked.
"My life is over. How am I supposed to support a baby? How could you not tell me about this?" Artie asked his girlfriend. "Congratulations!" I smiled as I patted his back.
Everyone stopped and stared at me. "What?" I asked confusedly. "Not the time Jennie." My best friend whispered. "Sorry." I apologized. "Wait, Brittany, are you pregnant?" Mr. Shue asked.
