Chapter 20

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********Keagan Above*******

Do you ever have those days where you know right when you wake up that morning the days gonna be shitty.

Well that's how my past week has been. After the doctors, my mom hasn't said a word to me. I have people saying, god knows what behind my back. I have no more 'Open When' letters from Derrick. And I haven't seen Tyler all week.

All I have to look forward to is the end of next week, when I get to go back. Go back home, and get more judging looks and more people talking about me, then I do now.

And I'm gonna have to tell Derrick and the rest of my family that I'm pregnant and I have no idea who the dad is. How the hell I'm gonna finish school how am I gonna get a job, am I gonna go to college or am I gonna drop out of high school. I mean I could give this kid up for adoption, but I'd feel guilty all my life if I did that.

What if one day he/she shows up looking for me or worst for his father and even by then I don't know who it is. That will just cause a huge mess and my family will hate me if I did that, their always saying "clean up the mess you made" "take responsibility for your actions." I would be banshed if I did that.

I would never dream of this in a thousands years but an abortion is an option. I mean it wouldn't be the worst thing ever, no one would ever have to know, but I don't think I could ever bring myself to that. I mean killing another human being for my own good that's so selfish, right??

"Beep beep beep beep." My alarm clock goes off, not like I really need it I've been up hours before it goes off everyday.

I pull myself out of and force myself to get in the shower. Then I drag myself to the closet and throw a sweatshirt and sweatpants on, something I would never do if I wasn't pregnant, and my life wasn't all going to shit anyway.

I get to school as the 5 minute bell rings, meaning you have 5 min to get to class or your have to deal with the old security guards that are supposed to bring you to class if your found roaming the hallways, but all you really have to do is start up a conversation with them about their day or weekend or how their grandkids are and their let you off with a warning and look the other way as you keep roaming though the halls.

I decide to ditch first period and roam the halls not because I don't like class but because I'd rather not let people see me in my outfit choice for today.

I walk past Mr. Schapp's class catching Keagan's attention and point to the door down the hall signaling him to make an excuse to get out of class.

He makes an okay sign with his hand and walks up to Schapps desk. He says something to him, then points at me in the window. I give him a little wave and Schapp nods his head. He says something back to Keagan and they both start laughing. Keagan pats Schapp on the back and grabs the hall pass that Schapp hands him.

Keagan walks out of the room and says,"Hey what's wrong?"

"What was that all about." I say wrinkling my nose, giving Keagan the what the hell did you tell him look.

"I told him that you need some special company from your special friend." Keagan gives me a wink.

"You did not." I say with my eyes big staring at him in shock.

"I did so," he says back copying my expression, with equally big eyes.

"And what did he say back." I ask.

"To use protection and that the janitor leaves the closet in the blue hallway unlocked." He says cracking a smile.

"Not like you can get me knocked up anymore then I already am." I say rubbing my still flat belly. "Uh that's gonna fucking suck getting fat again after I worked so hard to lose all that weight."

"Not to sound senseless to you getting fat but what did you call me out into the hall for?" Keagan says thowing his hall pass away in the trash we pass.

"To ditch class with me, can we do something fun?" I say grabbing his arm and pulling him around the corner.

He grabs my arm and pulls me back the other way. "I got some ideas," he says pulling me up the stairs to the top floor where the pool is.

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