The Unplanned Pregnancy

Ch. 4

I felt someone lightly shaking me. I slowly opened my eyes to be met with a pair of blue ones. I knew who it was, so I ignored him and turned around to not look at him. "Y/n, wake up." He whispered into my ear and he continued to shake me.

"I'm not talking to you, Zak." I bluntly said.

"Babe, please." He begged. Knowing that I'm not going back to sleep, I groaned and sat up to stretch.

"What do you want?" I mumbled coldly.

"We need to talk."

I grabbed my phone to look at the time, which read three thirty. "There's nothing to talk about, Zak. You explained it pretty well that all of this is my fault."

He scrunched his face in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"You know d*mn well what I'm talking about. When I touched you, you left like your life depended on it. If I just kept my mouth shut then none of this would have happened."

He looked at me with sympathy and shook his head. "No, y/n, none of this is your fault. It was mine. My wants and needs is what caused this-"

I cut him off. "No, Zak, it was mine-"

"It was mine, y/n."

"Zak! It was mine-"

He cut me off this time but with his lips connected to mine, moving in sync with mine. He gently push me back on the bed without breaking the kiss. I felt his tongue brush against my lip, wanting entrance, which I gladly let him do. I can't believe we are going at it again. We just can't get enough of each other.

He pulled back from the heated kiss and stared back into my eyes, smiling. "I can't get enough of you, y/n. I'm crazy about you."

I smiled and pulled him into a hug. "I love you." I whispered in his ear, then kissing his cheek.

"I love you, too."

Realization suddenly hit me as I remembered that prom is Friday. I completely forgot about that! "Dude, prom is Friday!" I gasped then pushed him off of me to go to my closet.

"The hell. That hurt!" He exclaimed as he rubbed the spot I pushed him at.

I opened my closet and pulled out the dress. It's red with lace material all throughout the dress . It was really beautiful. I turned around and put it up against me to show it to him. "Do you like it?" I asked.

He nodded slowly. "It's beautiful...and a very sexy color."

I rolled my eyes. "And did you get your tux, mister?"

"I'm not going to prom. I already told you that."

Zak vowed to never go to prom since we were in middle school. He thinks it's going to be boring and it's too cliche to go to prom on your senior year. I would never understand him.

I huffed and crossed my arms. "Well then. I guess I'll ask Jason to prom than to ask my boyfriend." Jason is one of my good friends. He's been in band with Zak and I since freshman year. He's really fun to talk to when you want to joke around and be goofy. But Zak doesn't like him for some reason.

As I went to grab my phone, Zak grabbed it and hid it behind him. "You are not going to prom with him."

I smirked and crossed my arms again. "Then who am I supposed to go with?"

He got down on one knee and grabbed my hand, saying, "Y/n, will you go to prom with me?"

I laughed loudly and crossed my arms. "What if I say no and decide that I want to go with Jason?"