I walked into Mrs. Jones's class for English. As I was walking to her desk, I heard whispers and giggles. She took my pass and I headed to my desk. You would've thought that they would shut their mouths as I turned my back around, but they didn't. I stopped in my tracks, " Listen, if you want these hands too, and yeah I'm talking about all of you, I would suggest you to shut your mouths!" I commanded. After that I finally sat down. Mrs. Jones handed out some worksheets.
"Ms. Renee', could you come to my desk?" Mrs. Jones asked. I'm pretty sure, without a doubt she was going to write a referral on me. She's probably going to write down that I was threatening other students, and I was, I can't deny that. What else is new? I strolled up to her desk and that's exactly what she was writing with her pen, " Really this is going to be my second one, all in one day and then I'm getting suspended, because of the fight," I said.
" Well, this is my job, Renee'. I can't have you threatening other students in my class."
"Whatever," I walked over to my desk and gathered my stuff. I'm probably going home. Oh' well. I don't have time to deal with all this, plus that'll give me time to get ready for the date me and Darrius had set aside for tonight. I picked up my referral from her desk and went to the bathroom and threw it away. I'm leaving, I thought. I know where I can go to leave, where I won't get caught. There were these doors that were placed in the gym. There's usually no one hanging around that area at this time, so why not take a run for it?
I grabbed my stuff out of my locker. I dashed to the door and thank the Good Lord, no one was in there. I bolted out of the door and ran for my car. I didn't even look back once.
I pulled up in the garage and went inside the house. I had an appetite like no other at the time, so while I was in the kitchen, I fixed up a good ole' pb&j sandwich. I made like five of them! That's crazy! After, I made my sandwiches, I went into the living room and started watching the Lifetime Channel.
My phone started to vibrate in my back pocket. I pulled it out, with a message on the screen from Darrius. He asked me what I was doing, you know the simple, WYD? I told him that I was free (hint hint). So, I told him where I lived and he said that he would be there, soon. I honestly was excited! I ran and put my plate in the kitchen, then ran back up to my room. I got into some sexy shorts and a low cut tanktop. Put on some of my favorite perfume too. I did my makeup and hair over again. I went back in the living room to make it look like I wasn't trying too hard to impress him.
The doorbell finally rang. I went to the door and opened it. He looked really good. He had on some Aeropostale jeans with a red polo shirt. I greeted him in. Once, he got in, I gave him a hug. Next thing I knew was that his lips were touching mine. I, not for one second, resisted it. His smell is what really drove me to do it back. We separated from each other after about three minutes of nonstop kissing! "Well, come in," I said when he finally let go of my lips. I led him to the couch. We sat down and he grabbed my legs and placed them across his lap. "Well, what brings you here?" I ask.
"Renee', the other night with you, was just amazing! I never met a girl like you," he said.
"Thanks . Darrius, you know how you didn't use protection?"
"Yeah."
"And see they say use protection for a reason. That's something that we didn't do," I pointed out.
"So, what you saying?" he asked, confused.
"I'm pregnant. I believe it could be yours. And baby I'm not gonna put that child support stuff on you, until I know for sure it's yours," I said, calmly.
"Well, I don't really don't know what to say now, actually."
"You don't have to say anything."
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When I Met You
ChickLitRenee` Taylor is a troubled teen, but yet at the same time, she's very popular and known at school. Her crew do everything together, it seems. She has unprotected sex and the next thing you know, she's pregnant! Will she keep it, abort it, or even l...